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Nerdanel had not meant to see her queen in such a way. Coming to Indis' chambers with armfuls of books to share with her, Nerdanel had thought nothing of knocking, nothing of waiting for a formal invitation. There was no need, not after so many years of friendship. Perhaps there was need, after all.
The queen wandered from her bathing chamber to her boudior bare and did not notice Nerdanel as she passed, but Nerdanel noticed her. Her breath stuck in her throat and suddenly it was incredibly difficult to draw another, and heat rushed to the smith's cheeks. She swallowed thickly once, twice, thrice, attempting to gather herself. The female form had always been appealing to her, perhaps even moreso than the male, and Indis' form, sweet, bright, intelligent Indis's form, was one of great beauty. Nerdanel's mouth was dry.
After a few long - very long - moments, Nerdanel had gathered herself. She shifted the books in her arms to rest closer to her hip, a natural stance after so many children had passed through her hold, and as casually as she could, wandered through to Indis' library to await her; hopefully, for the sake of Nerdanel's nerves, this time dressed.
