Herbalists' Cache Let It Go

"Fall in love?" She rushed her sister then, lifting a paw as if to check her for fever. "Have you gone mad? There is no such thing." Hysterics. This wolf friend of hers had falling into hysterics and was giggling like a lunatic. "Have you been sniffing the wrong mushrooms?" There had to be some sort of diagnosis for this insanity. It was extremely uncharacteristic not to mention definitely not the amazon way. If a female mated it was for practical reasons only. Heaven forbid anyone bring the idea of emotions or feelings into the equation. They were frivolous things of little value.

"No. No. You'd be a very useless hob-a-long," she assured her shadow friend. Talking or otherwise, there were cures for that. Like slipping her amazon sister a sleeping draught or giving her something to make her tongue swell enough for mindless chatter to be difficult.

What the female said next, however, was preposterous. "Civil? I'm always civil." At least, in her eyes she was. "If a male proves himself intelligent, I don't have a problem conversing. It's bowing I will not do. Crouching for some gender that will never deserve it is bad for one's posture."