There was a quality to Velox that the woman could not readily place, yet she found it pleasant much the same as she did with Tenzin. It was an aged quality commanding only kind regard- well deserved, she imagined, considering how the white female presented herself almost modestly. Another might have called this intangible attribute ‘maternal’, but as her own experiences with her dame were lacking in such warmth, she had no real connection to go by. None the less, she had a natural respond of ease as she neared the moonlit woman.
“Only recently,” she admitted in but a whisper. “Slowly winter in ending, but already it feels like summer in the den.” Her shoulder sunk somewhat at the miserable thought. “It does not help that Raheerah tends to cling as if he freezes…” |