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Elida stepped ever closer to the pure waters of the lake. Her pace was not eager, but trepidatious and fearful. Even as the single garment that concealed her beautifully sculpted form fell to the vibrant grass beneath her and her skin glimmered in the sunbeams overhead, Razareal could look...

Far be it from Razareal to speak ill of his King's habits, but the Sower couldn't deny Nairth's hedonistic ways did seem to leave him with various lovers. Of course, that wasn't unordinary for a Duanann of such status, but hearing Elida's distaste for it in this scenario did bring a coy smile to...

Razareal's expression as he looked down at the Sidhe in his arms shifted from unease to amusement as she pried further into his actions, following a trail of invisible evidence into what she believed his reasoning was. And she was correct, on a few counts. Razareal did still intend to report...

A crush? It was such a childish term, one he hadn't heard since his own youth. Normally he would have scoffed at the notion he was so haplessly smitten with a woman he'd only just met, and yet as she leaned forward with skin practically glowing and pores alight with the energy he knew to be his...

Once more Elida brought feelings to Razareal that he'd never experienced before. The Sower had been spoken rudely to in the past, and even by those he considered his allies, or 'friends'. Never, though, had he felt so jilted by another's words. Elida had only been with him for the span of a day...

Elida was not the only one who did not entirely understand why Razareal felt a gap between them that hadn't been only a day prior. Yes, there was the obvious fact that they had used one another for solace and comfort in a time of considerable need, but even that was not so uncommon among the...

He spared not a moment in trying to discern the thoughts of the wingless sidhe; Her mental state was that of a tree without roots-- unstable and off balance, unable to hold itself aloft under heavy durress properly. Razareal did not think less of her for it, of course. He would argue that such...

Elida shifted through several expressions, few of which were flattering. The Sower wondered if perhaps, in retrospect, he should not have bedded the troubled Leannan the previous day. It had helped in the healing of her wounds, but it had also hardened her resolve toward traveling a dangerous...

Elida's words only served to confirm what Razareal had suspected. The serenity of the birdsong around them clashed harshly with the cold storm of fury in Elida's heart, and it was a wrath that would not fade with time. Not all of her scars were physical, and even the ones on her back where there...

Razareal's slumber was dark, and dreamless. It was a contrast from the vivid strokes of color that usually painted his mind, picturesque landscapes, and intricate portraits of places and people that did and did not exist. Why then, after such a happening, did his mind abandon him to a lonely...

Those whispered pleas may as well have been rapturous moans in the Sower's ears. In an instant, they unwound him. A lifetime of isolation, a kindred spirit, and the heat of Elida's lips as they so daringly claimed his lips and flesh were the components needed to open the blazing fire that...

This close, with mere inches between them, the emotions swimming in her pale, green eyes were laid bare to him. He saw the flowing colors of admiration and affection, the dull sheen of shame and defeat, and the fires of vengeance that burned brighter than the sun beating down on the hut they now...

Razareal would apologize in advance for any lapses in logic he was displaying. Though he did not admit it for fear of shaking her belief in his ability to help, such prolonged exposure to her iron restraint was harming his mind as much as his body. It was nothing that he could not withstand, and...

The Washed looked up at her as she complained blankly. The pain would have been much worse had he been even a smidge less careful, but he didn't hold her agonized words against her. Their kind failed to realize how spoiled and privileged they were to be devoid of such mortal discomforts. That...

Razareal gently placed his large hand under her leg, holding it aloft by her calf as he finished cleaning the wound. There was a quiet admiration somewhere deep behind his gaze, one born of instinct. When was the last time he'd been so near a female of his own kind? Decades, at least. While his...