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Riven purred contently as she brushed herfingers through Nel’s hair. It had become a sort of ritual for them. Once aweek Nel would come to her, back turned and head tilted back. And each time Rivenwould eagerly run her fingers through her hair, gently untangling any knots, skillfully massaging her scalp.
Sometimes they would talk, never any particular subject but always of something of interest. Sometimes there wassilence, the only sounds being the shifting of limbs or the rustle of cloth.
Both were welcome
Whether they talked or were in silencenever mattered. Some might find it strange how they could go from talking for hoursto just enjoying the silence with no seeming transition. But to them, it wasnever uncomfortable or awkward. It simply was.
Such was the manner of their relationship.
