Shadewood quam beningna

eshamun gestured in the direction of her home, though she did not know the word for the way in which she pointed. still, she assumed the other would, and so settled back before lady absinthe with a gentle smile. the subject of children arose, and the canaanite's eyes brightened despite the fact that she should not do such a thing.

"i carry the god's seed within me as we speak," eshamun murmured, trailing her muzzle along the soft curve of her side. upon her slim frame, the thickening was visible, and she feared the coming weeks when she would grow larger indeed. "i believe they move, but i cannot feel them."