Peggerty felt it, or rather she felt it again, the rushing water, the beating heart, the passion. Yes she had only met this man today it was the first time her eyes had fallen upon him, the first time her skin had met his, yet was it the first time her spirit had met hers.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes then and the scent of battle of powder and blood assaulted her nostrils she remembered the blood in the room and calls of the dying it rang in her head. A shawl about her shoulders…tartan… tears welled in the irraka’s eyes as her skin met his for yet another time. As her spirit touched his…<br/><br/>“Always run …with you…” She whispered into his neck, “So many times, I …I cannot loose you not again.” There was a flood of memories yet non made sense for now. Still they had time, or at least she prayed to father wolf that they would have time. Slowly then Peggerty let her lips brush against his. It was gentle and loving filled with tenderness as her hand slowly caressed Craig’s hair. His strength surrounded her and Peggerty felt whole,  once more.<br/><br/>“Many times… always…always…. My heart…”<br/>