Apr 4, 2018
Razikale wrapped his arms around Xototl. "I have to go back to Hather," he murmured in her ear. "Not now, but I'll be leaving by the end of the week." He sighed and tightened his arms around her. "I'll miss you."
Xototl leaned into Razikale’s embrace, her own arms curling around his abdomen. She wanted to hold him closer, to whisk him away to the Night Lands and keep him there forever. She could make it nice; comforting and warm. They could be happy there. But Razikale didn’t deserve to be trapped in her world. He needed to go, so she had to let him. “I understand. You are needed among your people.” She leaned closer. “I’ll visit you when I can. Perhaps I can convince my brother to help me visit your dreams.”