Wapun Meadow the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen
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Arielle's ready acceptance came as a relief. He willed away the feeling that he was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do. His eyes intently combed the top of her head, but he couldn't begin to guess what thoughts she hid in her mind, and he didn't think he wanted to know.

So he never directly asked for her thoughts. He never begged her to speak to him. Aventus could sense the melancholy in her — how could he not when he was choked by his own day and night — but did not know what to say. He was angry. At himself. At her. At the children that might this instant be growing in her belly. At Merrick and Astara for handing him this shamble of a life and leaving him alone with it.

He wanted to draw away and disappear. He almost did exactly that. Her acceptance is what rooted him in place. Are you sure?
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RE: the smell of home, like sour peaches and linen - by Aventus - June 03, 2022, 02:07 AM