Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

Oooh, Mahler with the comeback. Wylla straightened with an uncomfortable stiffness seizing her shoulders. The point of the game was to tell the truth, always, and Wylla was not easily shamed ... but she was a hypocrite and could seldom swallow her own medicine.

To lie, or not to lie? Part of her was extremely hesitant to reveal the truth, her ego straining under the scrutiny of the General. It wasn't like she had a long line of suitors and he must've known it, to ask a question that would potentially humiliate her.

In the end, she told the truth in a mumble around the bone: the conception of my daughter. Her face felt hot as she followed him to the cave. She hoped fervently for even a rat to show itself so their attentions might be diverted, and in the absence of any such distraction, she aimed to turn the embarrassment back: how long for you?