Our love making had been very passionate, even more so now that we had rediscovered a deeper connection to each other. I rolled over, seeing Erys sleeping. It was rare that I saw him sleep. He looked so peaceful. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, yawning. What time was it? I glanced out his window, seeing a mid morning sun. So maybe about 9 or 10? Getting out of bed, I managed to find my clothes under his bed. Quietly dressing, I left the room. The castle was eerily quiet. I reflected on my dreams, which I had assumed were more memories of my childhood. I had seen Erys and I playing together as kids, he called me featherfluff and I called him mirror hair. The nicknames we had... We had argued over hair brushing, his hair to be exact.
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