Blackfeather Woods Jailhouse Tango

Meldresi reciprocated the action, gently butting heads with the healing warrior. She added this action to the list of flirtatious acts Burke was doing towards her. The list was steadily growing, she noted. But she did not mind it. She did not even mind his questions, for once in her life. "Both." She answered. "For a worshipper of Mephala, mating is not a common practice, though not prohibited. It is mainly because of the risks involved with being one of her agents and it simply became a cultural aspect. I've never thought of having a mate because it was never pressured on me." Meldresi shifted subtly closer to Burke, the action going unnoticed even by herself.

"And I have not truly found anyone either. Bane was a child, a violent, lecherous child. I would have never mated with him." Despite whatever feelings I had for him. She remembered how distraught she was when he left, feeling betrayed and alone for a longer time than she had expected. But that was in the past now, and if he was still alive, he was a traitor by Blackfeather rule now. It could not be helped.