“Always… there is always something in common.” Sharing his kisses and offering yet more in return, her fingers continued to caress Craig’s face and neck with feather like touches. “There were images so…so quick but…they are almost burned into…into my mind, such old memories, of me and you… or a part of me and you I really don’t understand. Do you?”<br/><br/>Peg did assume it would mean more to Craig with him being a mage, she imagined that the shamans and dealers in magic would understand such matters so much better than she would. The irraka continued to kiss and caress her mate as she spoke in quiet tones.<br/><br/>“Perhaps we might find someone that knows about this…” She paused again passing her lips over his, sharing his breath. But for now I think I owe you breakfast.” With that Peggerty unwrapped herself from Craig and went to prepare something. The uratha was no great chef but she could cobble together an English breakfast with little trouble, she needed to buy a few bits for it but it did give her an opportunity to take the dogs out for a short walk too.<br/><br/>The irraka smiled at one of the neighbours wondering if they had been aware of the activities from last night for they certainly had not been quiet. Eventually Peggerty returned the plates were laden with food and there was also a large pot of tea.<br/><br/>“We can always burn this lot off later.” She grinned with a sparkle in her eyes.<br/>