Emberwood and it hurts my soul

she winced, moving away from his touch. but when pygmalion leaned away, bhediya moved her muzzle to prolong their embrace. my daughter is here, she said. her gaze was turned to the ground, away from her mate. ishara, but she prefers easy now.

there would come a time where bhediya no longer felt the need to include the girl's southern name. she turned to face pygmalion then, only briefly, before moving to sit in the bend of his body. i'd like you to meet her, whenever you have the chance. bhe was tense, stiff, as she waited for his reply.