Northstar Vale drenched Mads, tear in eyes Mads, drinking hard Mads, naked Mads in freeze

Maybe someday in time would she concede, and give tell to a fair fee of her Courtiers  (or all, really; who was to say?)  how the story of her then-life had ended and come to close for the one of Andraste to open; put a new smattering of ink down on the pages. But for now, she only smiled soft at the awaying of Andromaque's interest, who instead bore yet another enquiry her way.

Oh—!  "Perhaps," was merely what the silver trilled, looking away a tad too lightly, voice a bit too listless to be anything except more truthful than the last statement. That her womb might again swell with one's whelps, he that—!  "What of yourself, then?"  An elfin glint of grin.  "Have you ever wished for it? A litter?"  Love?