Mariska had been wavering, trying to decide to whether or not to keep resisting the dreamlike state, or to surrender to the fluid tranquility of it.  Perhaps her waking was an illusion, was just another part of the dream, and she still slept. Arioch's gentle words, his hands on her shoulders, and his lips brushing hers in a soft kiss finally stop that wavering, and she lets go of her remaining doubt.  She shifts slightly closer to him, and tenatively returns his kiss. As she moves, he catches a faint scent of honeysuckle on her hair.<br/><br/>