In moments he'd be upon the woman with the beautiful voice. James, at long last, caught sight of the body attached to those unwavering
tones that had awoken him. He secreted behind a wide oak, his eyes narrowed to points to watch through the foliage.
At first glance he thought the woman naked. As she moved about, water spraying from her loosed hair, the brightly hued fabric caught James's
eye. Surely that was not a proper way for any woman to dress. Not even the nomad men let their womenfolk about in such scant clothing. The
woman looked like a wild thing, swinging her arms around and whooping.
James kept his place, surprising himself at his control, when the woman turned in his direction. A girl, he corrected himself as he noted her
height. Nay, a woman, argued his eyes, clinging to the soaked fabric that barely covered her swelling chest.
"Your hand fits in mine, like it was made just for me…" The breathtaking girl sang in lower tones, smiling sweetly. James caught his breath as
the small smile widened. Her whole face transformed into that of an angel. He was in danger of moving out of his hiding place as she
unknowingly lured him forward.
James took a small step, freezing when she paused.
"I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile," The girl turned in a slow circle, raising her arms. "You've never loved
your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in you back at the bottom of your spine…" James narrowed his eyes to see that there were in fact
shallow dimples at the bottom of her spine. Was she singing about herself? "But I'll love them endlessly,"