#nahja

Nahja lay resting, her head settled on Z’nh’s chest. He breathed in and out softly, careful not to wake her. Reaching a hand up, he gently ran his fingers through her long, red locks, twining the strands around his fingers.

How had he gotten so lucky? How had he found such an ethereal forest goddess and how had he managed to end up like so with her? He might never know the answers to these questions but for now, he didn’t care. All he knew at that moment was a happiness he couldn’t even begin to express. And that was all he needed.