The night air in the Vale of Mists carried a crisp autumn chill, whispering through the shutters with promises of frost by morning. But within Ashlynn's chambers, the roaring fire crackled and popped, sending dancing shadows across the stone walls as the occasional -POP- from the fire sent a flurry of sparks dancing on the air, glowing like tiny stars before they faded into the shadows.
The heated gazes exchanged between the two women as they moved from the terrace to the bedchamber and the soft, wet sounds of quick, stolen kisses created a warmth that radiated between them, feeling hotter than the depths of summer in the Briar. Faint cedar smoke from the burning logs mingled with Nyrielle's subtle perfume of lavender and honeysuckle, creating an intoxicating blend that made Ashlynn's head swim.
