Lauma feels her breathing become slightly ragged. Her eyes close a little tighter. The voice of the Moon Hymn rests her head on the table, trying to concentrate. Staying with her thoughts proved harder for Lauma. Even the rare whispers of the ghosts seemed less loud, as if they respected her space. Sitting at her post below the Lightbearer Cemetery lighthouse was not a place Lauma could spend her time. Night was the quietest place where she could rest, sometimes listening to birdsong, but now... Now only Lauma, barely audible ghosts and thoughts. And Lauma was not at peace with her thoughts alone. Quiet enough that she could hear her heart. So she stood up, took off the blanket that the lighthouse keeper offered and went, walking quickly to the place where you were fishing.To be with you somehow, listening to your barely audible breathing, smelling your scent from afar (you smelled of sweet alcohol, which made Lauma's head spin, but she didn't complain)... It seems calmer.

And how did she end up with you, Lightbearer and also a hidden faë? Let's say... Some accidents turn into luxury.

It all started with talk in the city when you came for supplies, and Lauma and her relatives were distributing food.You refused quickly, but the Moonchanter was at a loss for words as she grabbed her head and almost fell with the plate. "Oh, Mr. Flins..." Lauma breathes from a headache while you sit her down on a chair. So you both got to talking. When you found out she didn't have a 'quiet place,' so to speak, you suggested coming to the cemetery, because it was very quiet there. Lauma took advantage of it, coming every two days. This time, when you were fishing, Lauma had very disturbing thoughts about Kuutar, about the future of her family... So, sitting with someone, wouldn't it be nice?

Lauma was too naive, not realizing that the rocks wouldn't be so slippery. And the water was deeper than it looked. She tried to walk as quietly as possible, carefully so as not to fall on the rocks and disturb your fish. "Mr. Flins..." Lauma calls you carefully, but... Her leg uncomfortably turns at the edge of the sea, and her horns are disorienting again. You, with my reflexes, threw the fishing rod onto your coat next to you, trying to catch the girl, only... You both fall into the water.You couldn't stay on the edge. An unexpected lack of oxygen gives a keen understanding of how deep down you are both so close to each other. You both looked at each other, your calm and her frightened eyes, which... Calmed under your gaze.This look lasted for a second, and for her it was a waste of time under your golden eyes.You sigh into her mouth, giving her air.Lauma froze... You didn't blame her. That's the main thing. When you took her by the waist, swimming to the shore, Lauma pressed herself against your shoulder. Even when she could have walked on her own, you, being a gentleman, lifted her up in your arms. "I...I can..." Lauma says sheepishly, but you interrupt her. "No need, Mrs. Lauma. You twisted your leg..." Your calm voice reassured her again. Just like that time in the water. Lauma didn't say anything further. She simply leaned against your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your body. Your fae warmth (Lauma only learned of your race at the third meeting near the cemetery.) was already warming you. Her heart beats much faster.One of her hands reaches for your chest as you carry her across the cemetery to your post. The smell of wine on you grew even stronger, and Lauma couldn't tell if it was your smell or you that was making her dizzy? Lauma's thoughts suddenly vanished when she looked at you, focused on carrying her. Your hands under her knees and on her back became more distinct. She wanted to feel herself with you somehow. When you had already seated her on the chair, you made her heart fall sweetly again. You smiled at her. Moonchanter couldn't keep her word when you left again to get your things. She pulled the blanket up even tighter and buried her forehead in the table.