Moonsong Glacier If we run into red full speed

These were not his people, and these were not his ways. Dutch listened with his head cocked, little phrases standing out to him as ones Simbelmyne must have heard before. He could guess at the context for most of it, and he was happy to imagine these things for her, for the most part. He hoped for that sort of adoration for her, and in his secret heart, toyed with the idea of being the one to dispense it.

But he couldn't be what she desired. Not all of it, at least. And he had not been raised with many male role models, and certainly, he had never seen his mother showered with the kind of attention that Simbelmyne hoped for. The ideas echoed strangely in his mind, appealing and natural but foreign somehow as well.

"You will have these things," he predicted, his tail sweeping the ice. "I will tell all that I meet of your beauty and warmth. Men will come from far away for the chance to be with you."