Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

less a boudoir; more a place of cryptic meditation. germanicus allowed himself to be guided, welcomed it. the rich softness of the pelt beneath him invited relaxation.

crowfeather was there, warm and yielding.

germanicus held their quiet, illuminated by the glow of stone stars as he sought another kiss, another sweet exchange of breath, wanting through haptic power to know that this was both a dreaming and their reality.