Ana closes her eyes and lets herself feel, feeling the magic that she could now identify as Torins. Aware of it, she could be sure it held no sway over her mind. Mingled with him was another presence. Cernunnos, a wild hum which explained her reaction to Torin.
Her fingers played with Torin's hair, stroking through it to brush against his brow, strangely tender for someone so unfamiliar.
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Date: 2012-08-05 03:24 pm (UTC)From:Her fingers played with Torin's hair, stroking through it to brush against his brow, strangely tender for someone so unfamiliar.