“Not...?” Fiona
begins to ask, only vaguely aware of what's been said to her. Those
eyes, so deep and rich and beautiful, how she could lose herself...
“Please, M'lady,”
pleads the voice below her, and she feels a tiny hand slip itself
into hers, “It is time for us to go.”
“Go...?” she echoes
without comprehension.
“Please, Good Lady,”
the man before her says, his voice gently tickling at her spine, “You
have great power. Do not allow them to change this place just to
suit their whims.”
“Time to go,” says
the voice below. She feels a sharp tug at her arm, dragging her from
the warm cocoon of those eyes, followed by a sharp sting in her
cheeks.
