Time for trade

He mentioned how he used to sneak the stuff out with Hazel. A shiver went down her spine and her eyes watched the space over his shoulder, a distance overcame her golden gaze. It took great effort just to shift her gaze up to his, her breathing came in shallow and quick.

She realized what was happening before it hit her, now that she had experienced and named it before, and she closed her eyes and took a deep inward breath, it felt like it rattled her bones. She had almost felt it when she sniffed the mead, but she could tamp it down. His conversational tone about it stoked the memory forward though. She tilted her head and breathed again. A little more steady this time.

"I forgot it for a while." She finally began, her eyes still closed, "They... uh... It was always around, not mead though, mostly wines and rums." She took another shuddering breath. Daring to open her eyes again to bring herself back into the present.

Seeing how tall and powerful he was, and their previous conversations helped a lot. He can protect her now, even from the darkest sandy memories that tried to force their way forward.
"Let's just... I'll say the smell of wine makes me sick. We can leave it at that for now." She said shaking her head as if to clear the fog of it and return to the topic.

"I can probably carve it out a few times when I get a few sketches down. I'll get that to you as soon as I can." She nodded, trying to distract them both from the previous topic. It lingered darkly in her mind.


"Ignita"