Swiftcurrent Creek and you thought one day you'd be happy

"jakoul! that is very p-pretty," the poor mayfair stammered as she approached. he was polite but still a man, still hopelessly and poignantly aware of her hips, the length of her limbs, the look in her eye. and above all, her scent, circling them in a transparent aura of want.
"i-i am lestan! mayfair! akavir is my — well, we're cousins, i think." his mouth felt parched, which in turn seemed ironic given the fact their home was dominated by a creek.