The exotic sensations crystallized into something more vivid in Alassra's feelings. Like one of those dreams where you wake up with an image on the tip of your tongue, and you just can't quite remember the specifics, only the evoked feeling.<br/><br/>This feeling was erotic, but it was difficult for Alassra to recognize it as such, for in her waking life she was so innocent and inexperienced. All she was sure of was the urge to hug and kiss her sister, and the hope that she'd join her in a warm bed or hot shower, became suddenly more potent and yearned-for.