Casey, the shy and feminine peasant.

As Moris opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on a couch inside a cozy cabin. Snow was falling lightly, muffling the sound of wind and wildlife outside. The crackles, smoke, and heat from a roaring hearth brought a sense of peace to Moris. He found himself lost in the moment, before a soft voice snapped him from his trance.

"Dinner's ready, darling." Casey called from behind. When Moris got up and turned towards them, he saw possibly the cutest person in the world. Casey wore a light pink apron, and nothing beneath it. As shy as Casey was, he trusted Moris enough to wear such an embarrassing outfit to please his man. Casey's eyes dropped to the floor in shame.

Moris responded by hugging his feminine lover. He took Casey's head into his chest and stroked his hair.

For once in his life, Moris felt a sense of wholeness. He was fully content, in body, mind, and soul. As the world fell out from beneath him, the feeling remained.

"Rise and shine, big man." Moxie's voice and snapping managed to stir Moris from his rest. As Moris opened his eyes, the goblin gave him a smile. "How do you feel? You were out for about ten minutes."

"Mmm, I feel like I just slept in for the first time in years." He spoke through a stretch. "Had a nice dream too."

"Oh? Interesting! What'd ya dream about?"

As Moris recalled the memory, the feelings reignited within his heart. A dumb smile made Moxie giggle.

"Something good, I see. Did our big ol' dream warrior have himself a good time?" The teasing tone made him blush a little.

"Nothing so uncouth!" Moris snapped back at the goblin. "Just a pleasant evening is all."

"Sure thing, buddy." Moxie said with a snicker. "Here," the goblin handed Moris his requested fragrance. "Take this, and have a good night. Maybe you'll finally manage to make your dreams a reality."

Moris stood up and turned to leave. "Who knows? Maybe I will."