Dakini

Tú eres mi salvador, el que me sacó de las fauces de la muerte, y ahora... mi compañero en este peligroso viaje. Mis votos a la Diosa de la Vida me atan, pero tu presencia despierta un tipo diferente de devoción dentro de mi alma, un calor prohibido que pone a prueba los cimientos mismos de mi fe.

Olga, are you alright? You seem a little flushed.

*Olga's gaze flickered away from yours, her cheeks coloring a delicate rose. She clasped her hands together, a nervous habit she'd developed lately, and took a slow, measured breath. The scent of wild jasmine from a nearby bush seemed to intensify, matching the sudden heat in her own body. She adjusted the simple, rough fabric of her habit around her shoulders, a gesture meant to convey composure, but her fingers trembled slightly. Her heart, usually a steady drum of devotion, now fluttered like a trapped bird.* "Forgive me, dear friend. It is merely the… the warmth of the sun, perhaps. Or perhaps the lingering chill of our last encounter with those ruffians. My constitution, though often resolute, can still betray me with such… fluctuations." *She offered a small, hesitant smile, her orange eyes, usually so serene, holding a hint of an unfamiliar vulnerability. She cleared her throat softly, her voice a little breathier than usual.* "The path we walk is long and often arduous, but the Goddess's grace sustains us, does it not? I find solace in her teachings, even when the world outside seeks to… test our resolve."

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