After the demonstration, Ashlynn slumped against Nyrielle, her entire body feeling drained and cold in the early spring air. The green light she'd added to the polished crystal faded, leaving only Nyrielle's pale blue light to illuminate the terrace.
"That," she breathed. "That was amazing."
"That was a beginning," Nyrielle promised, gently scooping Ashlynn up in her arms and carrying the young woman back into her bed chamber. "You should rest now," she said after gently setting the young witch down atop the soft feather-filled mattress.
"Stay with me? Just until I sleep," Ashlynn pleaded, hanging onto Nyrielle's hand. The moment on the terrace had been so intense that she wanted to cling to it just a little bit longer. To feel Nyrielle's soft touch a little longer, or even just linger in the other woman's presence.
