Dwin had not paid much attention to comings and goings and doings of adults, when spring had sung in their veins. Too pre-occupied with herself then, she had "ugh"-ed and "eww"-ed, when coming accross the scent or almost being a witness of how babies were actually found in the parsley beds. She had been glad that this had come to an end and been very careful to avoid following paths of the similar scents.
This year was a little different and she realized it, when the same scent woke a myriad of emotions in her. Longing, desire and giddiness. Her rational and critical mind was still in charge, but the more molecules of this she picked up in the air, the quieter the voice became, until only one thought remained. She had to find the source.
When she finally did and saw Teya, Dwin stopped, feeling two different things at the same time. She wished to approach the Raven and... she did not know, what then. And at the same time - this was Teya. Her aunt. Her nanny. Her mentor. Her superior. They were not in the same ranks, even if the gap between the age and experience had grown smaller.
Therefore she stood, looking at her friend with primal desire and conflict. Not knowing, what would be the right thing to do. The easiest one was clear.
Teya either did not seem to notice or chose to ignore her appeal to Dwin. Instead she approached her and addressed her quite casually, while simulatenously engulfing the youth in a thick cloud of perfume nature had created to ensure that the wolf-kin did not die out. She turned her head to the side and took a step back, glad to feel a gust of wind that cleared her nostrils of the scent and cleared her head a bit.
"This is not real, is it?" Dwin asked, forgetting the initial inquiry. "I am attracted to you know and I was not a day before. Not even this morning," she said, tilting her head to the side, expression showing confusion.
Just because this was something that happened to every girl at a certain age, did not make it any more appealing. Dwin did not look forward to being approached and chased by love-sick men, proclaiming to bring heaven and earth to her, but in reality wanting to... jolly around the parsely field. For some reason Dwin, when thinking about the process felt too embarrassed to call it by its name. Parsleys were safer, they added a bit of humour to the whole deal.
"How does it go? You just smell attractively or do you lose your mind too?" she guessed she could outrun Teya in case the Raven suddenly got funny ideas.
"I would have never thought that my body was once going to have a mind of its own," Dwin chuckled, though, frankly speaking, the very idea of not being in charge was very unwelcome. She was proud of her being rational and pragmatic in the world, where many things were governed and messed up in a spur of emotions.
"No - I am not afraid of this. Let them come. I will rip the first's face off and then the crown jewels will be next on the line, if they do not get the message the first time," she said with grin. A joke with a sinister edge, giving off a vibe that Dwin may not be fooling around in reality.
"Are you scared?" she tossed the ball back in Teya's court.
"And then what? Frolic in the parselys with her?" Dwin furrowed her brow, because if she had understood correctly, this option was equally unappealing. Embarrassing even. Imagine her being a lovesick fool around mom. Worse even - doing something stupid. Ugh!
"Come for the pregnancy?" she felt even more confused than before by Teya's choice of words. "Can it work the other way round? Have you ever met a pregnant man?" she asked.