Nimraph

She was leaving.

"I would much rather be with you…" he said, holding his breath. He stood behind her, near the entrance of the kitchen. Laboring over the soup pot, Eira froze. She stopped mid stir, completely frozen in the moment. So many questions, doubts, memories, and more lightning struck at her memory in a barrage. She finally straightened up, leaving the heat of the fireplace. She still looked at the pot. A small flint of joy sparked inside, yet…

Eira walked up to the woman at the counter with a box. Eira was trying to convince herself she was just trying something new. There were no further motives than using her freedom to try many different styles of clothes. Yes, her personal enjoyment. That was why she was buying this dress. This very nice dress. And the soap Ris gave her? She was washing up tonight because why not? After helping Egfor in the orchards all day, she could go for a bath! No other motivations or desires at all played into this...

She worked in the kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. She had ordered a lot of blueberries recently and had already brewed blueberry ale. As she worked, the teasing questions of her boss, and friend, echoed in her mind.

"Do I sense something more than friendship?"

Due to her Nurnhoth blood, Eira's skin was naturally a deathly pale. Yet, her cheeks noticably had color as she allowed the muffins to cool.

Eira had been shocked when Demlemoth told her of a shocking intel: her father, Aglarzor, had a son.