Sun Mote Copse azure & ash

Eshamun's praise covered Gia like a mist of happiness, and the ivory woman rumbled joyously in her chest -- unlike with most contact, she did not shy away in the slightest from her leaders touch, shivering as energy coursed through her spine -- as she returned the ekar-aji's kiss with one of her own. Her snowy tail wagged fiercely behind her, and she nodded in agreement at the woman's next words. Yes, pregnancy was hard on a woman, and Giana's health was perhaps still questionable. Her permanent limp seemed not to hinder her movements or daily life, but it sure was the first thing to start aching every day. It'd healed wrong after breaking, and every pound she gained was more strain on the injury. Part of it was maybe aging, but she sure hoped to have another good few years in her.

                    "Don't worry, Eshamun, I can't seem to stop eating. As long as I listen to my cravings, I seem to be able to keep things down. I ache really bad, but thats my only complaint so far."

Shrugging her shoulders gently, Giana smiled again at the red woman. The Angleo couldn't think of a better life for her anywhere out in the wilds.