The Sentinels Sweet Lass, Quiet Lass

It was apparent that the news had taken Blue willow by surprise, but Osprey was glad that she was taking them well and thought that it was the right choice. Not that she would have had second thoughts about it, in case her friend hadn't been supportive (because, when it came to big and important things - Osprey always stuck to her own opinions), but it was nice to know that someone was happy for them. That she could share a tad bit of her happiness with someone else. 

"It is a lot different than I expected to be... but nice," she mused. "I mean - all girls dream about prince in shiny armour and in a way I was no different. Then it turns out that the right guy lives next door and has been one of your best friends all along." She did not mention the rational and deal-like side of the arrangement to Blue willow, but since her own mateship had gone pretty much the same road... she would understand. 

"So... how many do you think you will have this time? Any tell-tale signs? Old wives tales, hmm?" Osprey asked, tossing the ball back to Willow's side of the field.