Somehow everything looked familiar.
She smiled with secret joy at his feather framed form. How luminescent his features in the light! How sharp and breathtaking the lines of his nose and jaw! In truth, she loved him, loved his being with all of hers. Silently the heart within her breast acknowledged she would never love like this again. And though this thought pained her, the sight of him made her forget for a moment that he would never be hers.
"How pretty you are, strange king."
"Pretty?"
She watched his lips curl to reveal stained and pointed canines. Pretty indeed, she laughed through her eyes.
Ignoring his playful hesitation, the woman stepped resolutely forward stopping only inches from the fabric flaring across his chest. Reaching up to let her hand cup the space beneath his ear, he froze as she lent in with a gentle kiss. The spontaneous intimacy of the gesture caught them both off guard.
Pulling away, Sarah's face betrayed a shade of weariness.
"You don't need me, baby. I'd only make a mess here."
Turning her face away, she knew the words were only spoken with her lips. Better he didn't read the unshed words filling the corner of her eyes.
Time to go find Hoggle and the gang, she told herself. They're probably wondering what happened to me.