Desisyes

 Holding tight to the dagger in her hand, she kneeled before Zoran, laying the emerald blade lengthwise at his feet. Hunger squeezed her belly. She pused it away. Sweat dribbled down her brow and soaked her blouse. She imagined a cool breeze caressing her. All that mattered was the here and now, this moment where she rested on the precipise of the rest of her life, at last allowed to wield her magics outside of this man's tent-like home. After a few more agonizing moments, in which she suspected he was testing her valor, he unflinchingly placed a hand upon her drenched back, therefore making it impossible for her to ignore the dampness there.