A/N: By request of allworkandnoplay2011, an Aerie romance. A romance asked for, and all the details left to me…
"Can you still love me?"
A quivering hand steadied. Slender fingers cupped, then interlaced scarred, soft hands. Faded ink stains, quill caused calluses and the weather could not stop their warmth, nor stop the memory of their touch. Their strength, their gentleness, their elegance weaving. Resolve banished doubt. Aerie smiled.