Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Got to let go, we can dance like there's no tomorrow

akavir and arric took swift and urgent leave.
lestan looked back to the smoulder of reverie's eyes and his heart tripped over itself.
he was not sure he had ever seen such an expression upon her face before; he would have wrung his hands if he was able.
instead the mayfair lifted a chaste and trembling paw to cover her own, words moving to his mouth, words that suggested they should — well! reverie had only just come awake!
but they stuffed themselves behind his tongue and would not make themselves known as her eyes captured him.