The first rays of dawn filtered through gaps in a set of window shutters. It painted a certain room in a soft, blue glow that spoke of a clear-skied sunrise. Elua stirred awake in the bed of her husband-wife and she almost wanted to cry in joy again.
At some point through the night, they had shifted their positioning. The swordswoman now lay on her back, her chest rising and falling with the ease of restful sleep. The heiress… was all but laying completely on top of her!
One of her arms was clutching at the far side of Qat's exposed waistline. The thin nightshirt the tall teenager wore climbed up in that area as the illusionist hugged herself to the muscular form.
A slim leg was flung impolitely over her beloved's pant covered thigh. Her head was buried into the girl's rib cage - and she seemed to have been drooling on it. The reincarnator's other arm curled north and hooked around the shoulder of her 'fortress' as if to not be shaken off.
