Naturally, Ysara and Mireya had much to talk about, and for hours that was all they did. Words spilled out between tears and stifled laughter, punctuated by tight embraces neither of them wanted to release.
Almost five hundred years apart. Five hundred years of despair, of cold nights when both had wondered if they would ever see each other again.
For a mother and daughter who loved each other so deeply, even entire days of reunion passed as if they were mere seconds.
Not wanting to interrupt them, Ethan simply handed Mireya's pendant to Ysara and, with his mother at his side, went to see his other wives.
After a brief conversation with them—amidst exchanged caresses—it was time to get back to work.
"Ah…" A long sigh escaped Ethan's lips as he crossed Goldenveil, his right arm intertwined with Amelia's left. His forearm sank ever so slightly into the plush side of one of her enormous breasts, the soft, heavy flesh cushioning against his skin.
