AYLETH
There was a quiet moment where none of them spoke and her nerves got the better of her. For a full minute she couldn't hold his gaze—staring into his eyes felt like laying herself bare before him, but without the fire raging within to make her brave. She shivered with the fear of it and it wasn't until Jareth began to speak that her breathing evened out and she was able to look at Etan. Really look at him.
Then she couldn't stop staring.
As Jareth began, his tone both pleased and solemn, speaking on the sanctity of the bond they were creating today, she should have been listening. She should have been focusing on the importance of the moment. She should have been praying and vowing to the Goddess that she would not mess this up.
