where the buffalo roam; any

[Ygritte]

Her breath is hitched and jagged from the rush of emotions as he takes her and making her his own. Her mind swims in the act of their lovemaking, Ygritte was more sure of this than anything else her in life. She bears his weight upon her own with mild discomfort as her adrenaline has taken hold. Her heart races, bursts, in this sacred act between lovers.

Only when he slips from her to take her side does she lean against him with exhaustion. Dreamy eyes moving to his own as she gazes at Mandan. Delicate tiara lifting to playfully lip at his tresses in a loving gesture. She feels happy...complete, except for one thing.

Features cloud slightly as she realizes that Mandan is in the Meadow and she apart of the Falls. Now it's silly to think she would ever leave his side but perhaps he would like to go with her? Be her stallion and she his mare among the healing waters? Gently the woman nuzzles his neck, almost burying it against his skin as she inhales his scent. The young mare is aware that he could say no and prefer the meadow and to leave her as a silly, pregnant mare but no. Not her Mandan. She loved him and it was written in the stars that they would find one another across all galaxies and all oceans.

Dark eyes come from their quiet place against his thick neck to search for their gaze. My love- She searches his eyes. "will you come back to the Falls? So we may raise our child together?" Her tones are soft and breathy as she speaks to him. She wants to continue...to proclaim her love, to always want to be by his side but she stops and waits for his response. She wants to touch him, caress his cheek, kiss his neck. Her body is calling to him but she restraints. His name is stamped across her heart but she waits still. Internally she says a little prayer that he will come, holding her breath as she waits for his answer.

ygritte

texas&nativity