sexāgintā   sex

"Tell me your experiences and let's see what fate holds for you and them."

She stood from that end of the cave and came to sit close to him. The walls of the cave were no longer cold and emotionless, they were then warm and have got life seeped in them.

Vulcan could savor the life therein and was going to complement the fairy's words:

"That which I'd love to tell or which I wish to forget?"

The fairy had changed back into the beautiful lady she used to be. He did love her in that form, and not in some forms which was lack-sanity and kill-emotions. Some deep dipshit.

He was sure that he knew what she was thinking about.

"The one you wish to tell because you won't forget, and the ones you won't tell and wish to forget."

He smiled. He had no idea what did intrigue her to wield words in such manner. Twas something which ought not to intrigue.