[ That made sense. The oldest of the White was only a century or so old. Mirar and the others had lived much longer. He knew how better to describe eternity than the White had been able to.
It should sound frightening. Time just passing you by like that. one day at a time.
But she thinks about what he says. About loneliness and finding company in the Dreamweavers. She'd have the Siyee. She knew that. They always welcomed her and she'd be their guardian and protector for always. It was the least she could do for what they had suffered through.
Not just the Siyee, though. Mirar looked at her, and Auraya couldn't hide her mischievous smile at the secret she'd been keeping from him. It was too fun, but the after would be fun too.
She leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Quick but far from chaste. So he would get the idea. ]
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It should sound frightening. Time just passing you by like that. one day at a time.
But she thinks about what he says. About loneliness and finding company in the Dreamweavers. She'd have the Siyee. She knew that. They always welcomed her and she'd be their guardian and protector for always. It was the least she could do for what they had suffered through.
Not just the Siyee, though. Mirar looked at her, and Auraya couldn't hide her mischievous smile at the secret she'd been keeping from him. It was too fun, but the after would be fun too.
She leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Quick but far from chaste. So he would get the idea. ]