The Changeling happily made room for her, wrapping his arms around her slight frame. He returned his hands to the lute and tucked his head in beside hers, his mouth just touching the tip of a delicate, pointed ear.
"Right about here," he answered, his breath warm against her skin. Fingers idly stroked the strings and The'ara's fingers. She was light as a feather in his lap, and yet somehow suddenly an intense presence and he wondered quietly to himself if this was something the Fates were going to allow him.
Changeling Prince and Moon Elf Bard... They had blinded him to her, but that, he supposed, might mean anything.
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