Sirius
“I will be honest, “ I say and she places her gentle hand on her chest.
“Is this even possible?” She asks. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows form an arch. I want to run my fingers over it and smooth it.
“It is. Occasionally. “
Her quiet lager rings in the small room.
She is sitting opposite me, dressed in one of the tunics that are traditional for our lands. Women here can dress in more revealing clothes as it’s much warmer than where she comes from. She is also trying to pass for one of us and when she arrives at the inn, she is covered in a long, hooded coat - no one spared a glance at her. Or at me.
We are very far from any place we might be recognized. But still - one can never be too safe.
Now that it’s just the two of us, she’s let her long red hair loose, falling in r
