Blackfeather Woods Slackers are not allowed.

Potema looked at her father with a skeptical glance when he coughed awkwardly. She did not understand the reason for his awkwardness. She was very close to adulthood, after all, and besides even that, they worshipped a Goddess of Sex. She knew about the act moons ago. "I know you were." She sighed, ignoring the fact that she took most things too literally.

The White Princess ducked away from the lick on the cheek, then growled in a half good-natured, half annoyed manner. "That's a terrible nickname, Dad." She pouted. "Does parentage dictate personality?" She queried rhetorically, her brain working to answer her own question. "Damien very well could have gotten his anger from Mom's side of the family."