The Reve's Tale
Heather breaks down and cries.
The Reve's Tale
Morning came all too early for the blonde-haired Bean-cheangial, and she moaned softly as she snuggled closer to her maighstir, or would have if her maighstir was still in bed. Instead of curling up in his warmth, Heather blindly felt around for the man who had saved her. Where is he? She wondered as the cooling spot under the covers intr…