[Worm]

It made sense. Of course she had to conceal his true identity. It wasn't too far from the truth. Though Moira could not rid her mind of Kerian's true form. His beautiful scales, and immense and powerful form. She wondered how it felt to fly through the air as if it were water. That night, she slept soundly. Even though her mind was racing with wicked thoughts and fears, she dreamed. She dreamed of riding Kerian's back, clinging onto his neck as they weaved in and out of nighttime clouds. The moon was so close, she was sure she could touch it. And when she reached out to taste it, she woke up.

The light of morning was just now bleeding into her bedroom. She saw her clean clothes neatly placed next to her bed. It was just a dream. And so was her time with Kerian. She wasn't sure if she was ready to return, but they both knew, that it was what was best. Her ankle was much better now, when she swung her legs around the edge of the bed, she tested it. She slowly put weight onto it and edged her way into a standing position. It didn't hurt, but it felt a little tense. So she put more weight onto the other foot still. She slid into her clothes. They were clean and fresh, she took a deep whiff and felt instantly relaxed. It was time to go home.