She relaxes as he let's her know that her brazen touch is acceptable. You never have to apologize to me. She wasn't sure what drew her to Bjorn. She guessed it was the wildness about him. His commitment to something more. She watches him as he speaks of his homeland. His eyes mistify at the description of its raw beauty. N.asa regards him, letting him explain to her the beauty of his home. She understands this feeling. She feels it in the Desert when it reminds her of her own homeland. Tell me more about you. He slides closer to her and she relishes in his warmth, her body calling to him as it involuntarily leans closer. "I was born in the Desert of Man." She begins quietly. She had only told one other soul about this tale and it was Cain. She could feel the grief beginning to consume her and she already knew that she was not ready to tell this story again. Her skin prickled and her breath quickened. "I loved my family. They are now gone." That's all she could manage to reveal. She still remembered washing upon the shores of the Commons. Her body sore and broken; her mind even more broken. She often wondered if such a monumental loss was why she chose to wander instead of settle. "I am afraid," she whispers. Her gaze is distant as the painful memories flash before her emerald eyes. "I don't know what a home is anymore." She turns her dished face to him, their muzzles inches apart. His warm breath cascades over her and she closes her eyes to relish in it. Her mind clings to the comfort of him. She needs him. She feels it deep in her bones that Bjorn has invaded her heart.
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