Blackfeather Woods If I had a heart

There was no such thing as promiscuity amongst the worshippers of Mephala. It was not something they lauded — instead they praised it. Their mother had not loved their father, he was simply nothing more than a donor. And so Potema was to do the same, but not with someone she knew. A total stranger. Potema huffed, a half chuckle. She had no recurring interest in a mate, but the thought of her being just like her Mother made her laugh. Fine, She eventually spoke. She felt indifferent yet annoyed yet amused.