Weaving Tales

She’d never felt like this before, the odd relief that she knew the truth and easily forgave him for it. He was changed, she could feel it in the way he returned to her. In the way that he treated her with the utmost respect even though temptation called to him that first night they’d met. Sparhawk made her feel loved even as she was falling in love. His attention, his kisses, his sweet songs and the smile he wore just for her sealed the deal. Poem was certain what she wanted despite the quickness in which they moved. Despite that they both felt like they knew where they wanted to go, but time would be the ultimate teller.

Words weren’t needed between them anymore, the emotions she was feeling weren’t describable anyway. Distance had made and would make her heart grow fonder, of that she was sure. Poem didn’t realize that they could be closer, but Sparhawk proved her wrong as she held her against him and pressed their lips together once more. The young Destruction woman would allow and ask for all of his kisses until finally falling asleep in his arms by light of the fire’s dying embers.