Something Sacred.

Waterfall lullaby was bringing sacred moments of peace. Rushing from the sky into the river it was a guardian of those two hidden in the nearby rocks. Drops of water flickering in the hair, on the face were the only connection between reality and inner sanctuary that was created.

-What are you dreaming of?

Heresy curled up on the stone, laid her head of Gharb's knees. There was no need in the hood, in weapons, armors... there was no shell - just a moment of comfortable silence.

-Do you have a dream at all? Are you striving to make it real?

Gharb was gently caressing her haid, silently admiring her, speaking to himself with an inner voice.

-Gharb, she fully trusts you... regardless of her state, of her path and problems, she still remembers.

Do I want her just to _remember_?

-No, but you want her to be herself. She is now. You've agreed to accept the price. Now pay it.

He smiled faintly.

I wonder if she has dreams when she's awake. Any dream... there must be some. Otherwise it's impossible to live, to move further, to struggle...

Gharb remembered the time he was fighting with her in Darkshire and later in Stormwind, their Westfall conversation... everything felt so surreal at that time. Somebody fighting besides him, sharing his views on so many important things, sense of humour. And dreams... admiring the sea, the nature, the fight... taking life itself and enjoying its essence despite being dead - yes, that felt like a living dream.

He smiled at Heresy, calmly breathing on his knees.

That feels like a living dream as well...

An emotion came out on the surface again. Gharb was temted to kiss her but that could ruin the peace she had... he gritted teeth and forced himself to change the flow of the will.

I truly hope she would save her heart as it is now...

Winterspring... feral beast sniffing Gharb's hand... hair, neck... watching his every movement - even the movement of his mind. It could rip in pieces or it could purr and smirk - whatever the beast wants, feels doing. You cannot deceive it, you cannot have it... the beast belongs only to the beast.

Gharb felt the adrenaline rushing in his veins. His eyes were glowing brighter than usual, he was gazing her, stunned and fascinated.
He was driven with travelling all around Azeroth, claiming its as his home - whenever he went to. Stormwind or Stranglethorn - he felt it like home, treated like home. He has been admiring freedom, wild nature that is pure and untouched by any selfish being, always honest and always sincere. He liked the jungle, he like the sea, the sun, breeze, stars...

She was all of this in one. And she was lying on a stone, curled up with her head on his knees, half asleep, in her own dreams.

Gharb was looking at her and found that he has forgotten to breath for sometime. He took a breath and smiled to his thoughts.

There, there Gharb... she wouldn't like it.

Then he begun thinking of something else but the soul interrupted it, wishing to enjoy the moment.

-Gharb...

Yes?

-Hush.