CompassionThestas lay with her arm draped about his torso, both their bodies flushed and still breathing heavily. Rafaiel had fallen asleep, though – leaving her awake once more with her thoughts.More Like This
“You are who you are. You must not let what you are govern who you are, Thestas Duskcry.”
The deep bass voice of Bruhnnar Bluffwalker still filled her ears. It hummed deeply, the very air seeming to shake with its depth. Or was that the rain? It fell, spatters of cold water about her hair and all over his fur. Where he steamed, his heat intense even in the storm, she merely shivered beneath the dampness of her robes.
“When you think of him, what is it you think of?”
She still wasn't sure. Was it his grin? That lopsided little smile that seemed to flash at her whenever she looked? Or was it the little shimmer in his eye whenever he thought of her? It was none of those things. It was his optimism; his gentleness – most of the time, at any rate