Watching Her Neighbor’s New Flame Ignites a Fiery, Final Pleasure Pact

With surprising strength, her hand grasped mine as I began gestures to heal her. XXX I missed her banter, her healing; the light she provided deep underground and in murkiest night; her modest battle prowess; her funny accent and mispronunciations; her humour; even her cooking. “Turning is like… like making love – ‘fucking’, as you humans are wont to say.”
I suspected it was more like fucking than making love, as Vilja (my heart thumped at the thought of her) had differentiated a while ago. It will be fun – come on!” Jumping up on a table, she began to dance, writhing as the local bard began a tune and the crowd stomped and clapped, keeping time.