Cedar Sweep And please believe me when I say I love you

Athan is fine, he smirked. She was more talkative than Mazatl — well most people were — but he felt the same energy within her innocent words as in the quiet eyes of his fawn. Though, Mazatl was tainted in his own way, sexually experienced beyond what Athan had initially expected. He could see something within her too, but he had to tease it out.

Sahira, hm? I'm unfamiliar with that name. She spoke it as if he was supposed to know, but he was unfamiliar with most of the politics that went on around here. Did you come here alone then? Further, further, he thought.