A small smiles plays about her lips listening to his words as images form in her mind while they stroll along the path of their imagination and deeper into Syliras' forest. "Yes, of course Chitlins, a mix of auburns and blondes." Her mind muses upon looking down into their sweet faces by flickering firelight, a perfect blend of her and Karyk's features. She can almost feel the comforting weight of a sleeping child in her arms. There would be toddlers running knobby kneed and awkward through tall grasses laughing through innocent explorations. Blown kisses, 'I love you mommy and poppy,' and Never having to say Goodbye. Her breath begins to catch, "If life could only be so simple..." Distracted by a twirl within his arms, thoughts and dreams circle about to flitter elsewhere like bright butterflies in her mind for another time. She laughs, finally realizing since being at their pond that indeed he could dance; and they danced well together whether pitching a tent or pirouetting down a woodsy path. Pressed close and pulled tighter she continues to sway slowly against his hip and thigh moving to the music of their heavy breathing and beating hearts. Her gaze fills with this face easily grown familiar and cherished. Gone was the impending dread of missing him for a day, season, year, a lifetime; instead she looses herself in the depth of his eyes. One hand clasping his while his other moves along her spine, hers allow fingers to tangle into the soft curls of his beard as his tongue moistens her lips, pretending to ask admission while his breath whispers needs and wants. Her head tilts this way and that playfully as fingers disentangle moving up to the back of his neck before surrendering to a passionate kiss that bends her back arching with all of her weight supported in her partner's strong embrace. Eventually Karyk pulls them upright as she clutches at him weak-kneed and breathless to whisper against his neck, "Every night we would dance like this in Leth's silvery light. Our silhouettes a shimmering reflection across the mirrored waters of our pond." She nuzzles her way to his ear to reveal, "Were it possible I would wish it so." Graciously, gladly, and wanting the same she allows him to lead her into their next steps. Not accepting, for now, that this could be their final dance. |