She never knew life could be so simple, as you devote it to bright things in life. Music, jests, songs and dance, good man and great friends. And that cup of tea, brewed in the morning, just for her while she prowls in the bed still soft and easy on her body well rested. She would see him by fire, in his red vest and blue shirt, just glancing away after he stared at her for a while. She would feel his stare, and her cheeks would burn like she was just a young lass with years of few. As if there is nothing she would reach her hand toward him still not willing to leave their bed and soft covers.
- "Mhmm come..its to early to be apart." - Briannon would moan out softly with uncombed hair and body full of scars. He calls her sprite or fay, usually, ignoring the stories of most mortal life, written on her skin.
Sighing she rests head on bed again and closes her eyes, dreams are too beautiful of late to stay away for so long. Suddenly wrapped and kissed she smiles as feeling his lips and touch. It is too early to leave the bed.
