Blackwater Islands teenage angst (p.e)

The starlet pursed her lips and pulled them to one side, nodding her sage head in understanding. As much as Indie wanted [very much so] to spin a pedantic lesson about femininity and cycles of nature, the woman knew this was often a frightening time for young women, inexperienced in such matters. It was delicate and needed to be approached at such — because Indie hadn't a bad soul and knew when to tune down her baleful vivacity.  

The dark tempest found herself somewhat surprised that Kalika had already reached such an age to find her estrus. Indie was scantily two years old herself, but her pupil always felt so much… younger than she really was. Perhaps it was Kalika’s frivolous nature, or her own haughty nature that left an aftertaste of adolescence in her mouth. Indie would have to grow her up right quick, especially now that she had achieved womanhood.

“I see. You’ve heard of a woman’s heat, yes?”