*Thor*
Although the inside of the bar is more shadowy than I would have liked, with my spectacles firmly in place, I can see her more clearly, more sharply than ever. Her hair reminds me of the burnished autumn leaves at Thornley Castle. I have always fancied walking or riding through the forest when the cooler air arrives and the trees bring forth their fall colors. I imagine the pleasure of sinking my hands into the luxurious tresses cascading about her shoulders … no, I would only be able to indulge my fingers by burying them in the thick short strands. I would take great satisfaction from that, however.
As much pleasure as I take from simply gazing on her. She must have had freckles as a child. They have left behind faint markings that make her features all the more interesting, givi
