Dragoncrest Cliffs saltwater

there is no rush, jorunn sought to reassure the obsidian.

another step closer. this time she brought with it the desire to reach out. it was not a rush, it was not a push for more. it was merely a desire for even the barest bit of contact with the other woman.

jeg ville lyve hvis jeg sa at jeg ikke har tenkt på dette.

a whisper, into the breeze — into erzulie.