Yet she seems so familiar....as if he has been in her company before..........he feels a comfort in watching her. She passes by him to look out the window and as she glides by his senses are filled with her........he knows....the woods, the fire, the creamy pearlized skin shimmering in the light of the full moon......her breasts moving in time to the music of the flute. He remembers everything......the music ending, Greymane, burning embers from the fire paling to the passions that unfolded before his eyes that night......What is this all about he thinks out loud and she turns to him and says.......