She was so lost in everything within her and around her, she did not notice the approach of another being. It was so natural that he be there with her in this moment that his physical presence was almost merely secondary. The wind flowed around her, carried her voice and drowned it out all at once. Wonder became perfection when a deeper voice lifted to twine perfectly with her’s. Bound by soul they were wordlessly in tune with each other. Her heartbeat as a pounding drum, giving more strength to the magic that was connecting them to the moment and this earth.

She opened her eyes. Her voice died down while the storm still clashed around her. The growing familiar twist in her stomach turned again when she met his green gaze. She knew she would never be able to turn away from him and refuse him, but she yearned for Thor just as badly. Their history together could not be tossed aside by a turn of fate, even if fate’s song was so exquisite. Inanna whined softly, her tail twitching in a slight wag towards him. She wanted to touch him, press her face into his chest and breath. Since their meeting they had not been together, all she had of him was his name before she had been stolen away again, or lost to the wilds. But it had been his name she had clung on to when she could. Now he was close, she had him here amongst the rocks. She stepped forward, her nose reached out to touch his cheek. It felt almost wrong, though still nothing compared to the nearness she had shared with Thor. This was innocent, testing. A strange calm in an eye of a storm that surrounded them.