The ancient roadway snaked past the headwaters of the River Luath before becoming a steep climb toward the western most edge of the vale. Zedya pushed the horses hard in the dark of night to ensure that they arrived at Orava just as the stars began to fade into the lightening sky.
"My darling," Nyrielle said, gently cupping Ashlynn's face with both hands before she exited the carriage. "I know I've given you much to think about, but always remember one thing. You and I will always have each other. I can feel your heartbeat," she said, placing her fingers gently on the lace that stretched across her pale bosom.
"And I can feel yours," Ashlynn said, closing her eyes and relaxing into Nyrielle's touch as she placed a hand on the swell of her full bust. "You should go, the sun is rising."
