Wapun Meadow downtown

Maybe living under a rock wasn't accurate. She knew some things — that two loving parents made babies together, or sometimes three, or more, and that two mothers could share a litter — or two mothers and one very nice Ariel, which wasn't standard but was much preferred according to little Ibis. She knew that parents did not always stay in love. When that happens, parents split and find new connections - and with those connections, more children happen. The specifics didn't matter to Ibis as she wasn't yet receptive to such behavior; although she was quickly being converted by this little miscreant and charmer, Tristan.

He was doting on her. Showing affection in ways that were new to Ibis but welcome, and the thrill of her racing pulse and the humming in her skin kept her satisfied, distracted. She shyly nibbled at the boy's cheek and neck fur, combing her teeth through the silver strands while he kissed at her neck, her throat — bringing to light an animal's instinctive urge to withdraw; she was no warrior but the presence of a mouth by her throat was enough to make her nervous.

—tell me how you feel? Hmm? She felt like she was dreaming, but she heard him, and murmured softly in return, Mm, good. This is... Different, unexpected... Nice, It wasn't much, but the warmth brewing between them was very distracting and Ibis didn't want to disrupt the friendship they were building (or whatever this could be) so she added, .. am I doing this right...? With a heavy breath she continued to preen at him, kiss at him like the soft pecks of a little bird, cautious but curious.