Hours later, Ashlynn woke from barely remembered dreams where she was searching for something important through vast and dark forests. What she'd been searching for, she couldn't remember and she'd started to wonder if it had even been her dream or a fragment of Nyrielle's.
The closer they came, the more their hearts beat in unison and the more the thin walls that kept them apart seemed to melt. Not long ago, Nyrielle's impassive, mask-like expression had troubled her greatly, but now, she found herself able to read the subtle shifts in her lover's lips and eyes as easily as reading a book. Nyrielle wasn't unfeeling, but her feelings ran deep and rarely bubbled to the surface.
Even that, however, seemed to be changing. Whether those feelings had always been there or not, Ashlynn couldn't say. All she knew was that the Nyrielle she spent the night with was more 'alive' than the one she'd met in the rain on the night of her marriage to Owain.
