Heartling

HOME IN THE STORM HEART, find in my heart, home — The wild rain is on the roof, Heart, heart, my heartling, come, For the bright stars stand aloof, And the night is smashed and torn And the wind howls down the wall, […]

Kissing the top of her head, he whispered tenderly, “We are well-matched, heartling. Do you not agree?” “Heartling. I like that.”

'Now, heartling,' Aeryl began, 'I will be harvesting in the upper meadows each day. You are welcome to join me.