Stavanger Bay Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogy

"Pracetice, hm?" Doe shot back, voice lofty and eyes twinkling she she regarded her twitterpated mate. True, he had been the one to do all the hard work (though he'd gotten very heavy and harder to hold up, near the end), but his blissful expression and honeyed tone made Doe think that she'd done a good job all on her own.

Tail wagging furiously, she gave into the urges she'd earlier denied and sprang up from their tangle of limbs. "Let's go, then!" she said excited, turning in a quick circle to work a bit of the excess energy from her too-long legs - if only she could transfer the extras to Szymon. Perhaps they could do this all day - all week! All the time, forever!

I am very lucky, she decided, when she realized she was completely, perfectly, unreservedly happy. She had Szymon, Skellige, the bay - maybe it wasn't the life she'd always thought she'd live, but she hadn't know what life could be like back when she'd had to merely dream of being this glad. She hadn't know Szymon.