Summer traces the curves with a fingertip, then kisses the mark. “There is a whole community of magic folk? I wish I could meet others.”
Mordred gives her a small smile, his fingers wandering through her hair as he looks off towards the edges of the room, watching the shadows that danced around the room, cast by the fire. “Unfortunately I don’t know where they are anymore.”
She makes a sad face, “Then we will not talk about it.” She traces it again, and looks up to catch his eyes. “Where was I? Ah, yes.” A little smile curves her mouth, and she lays her head on his shoulder.