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As her love moved through the shells she had brought, she spoke. Wednesday was surprised to hear what she had to say, and blinked slowly. Wednesday was amazed the captain would allow this: two women, who could bring him sons to slay others, a place outside his reach when they came to season. But my daughters, I wish for you to have them, Wednesday said, awestruck and with wonderment. It seemed the pale, beautiful woman before her had already told her what she preferred... and Wednesday did not know how to express her love for the other, who she would do anything for. Wednesday stepped nearer to the other who held her heart, her lips against the crook of her ear. On my life, I will give you a pure, lovely little girl. It will be done, if it is the last thing I ever do... Wednesday knew that nothing else might make this woman happier than that, and she desired to bring the woman her ultimate happiness, to be the reason for it.

Wednesday nosed the shells she had brought, too, so that Erz would see the largest and most lovely of them, the thing even bigger than that of her paw. Her golden eyes looked to the beautiful countess, and Wednesday licked her chops. How may I make this day better for you? She breathed, lifting her head at last. She was spellbound by the higher ranked woman; the other overwhelmed every urge within her, except for the one with murderous intent. Though this was a blade Wednesday would never turn upon her most beloved, surely the woman knew it existed in her.