The Mother of Forests wasn't a figure that Ashlynn had expected Nyrielle to be familiar with, or at least, that's what she thought when she first learned about the greatest of her predecessors from Amahle in the Briar.
But when she thought about it, especially in light of what they'd learned about Shubnalu's teacher, Acat, then it made sense that Nyrielle's teacher would be familiar with the witch who helped the world recover from the devastation of the Age of Ice.
Ashlynn shifted slightly, nestling deeper into Nyrielle's embrace as she processed the implications. The silk sheets whispered against her skin, cool where the blankets didn't cover them, warm everywhere Nyrielle's body pressed against hers. She could feel her lover's fingers tracing idle patterns along her shoulder blade in a soothing, almost unconscious gesture that helped her thoughts settle into place.
