Finding my way home

She would suggest her dedication with the satisfying touch of her allure, his nostrils heavily inhaling her scent as she spoke. Her beauty was undeniable, and even in their short meeting he would begin to feel a family-infused respect for the small woman. She was fragile and delicate, an image of feminine purity, and yet the fire that simmered her eyes was what grasped him so. She seemed perhaps, less of an ember at soul than his beloved Sendoa, however there was something that coiled within, an awakened dedication perhaps? "You will be ranked a Dame, and you will make me proud I am sure of it; as you already have purely by reunion," he would withdraw from her side to gaze upon Lova, "You are welcomed here for as long as you see fit." Perhaps he was just in a good mood, or perhaps he genuinely enjoyed the marked woman's company.