Swiftcurrent Creek let heaven and nature sing

in truth, bhediya was grateful for the interruption. the scent of her heat was fading but present, so she tucked her tail as a courtesy. a smile was slow to form as she called back, thank you! there was still a short distance between them that she moved to close, taking small steps toward the stranger.

your eyes are...very nice. it felt strange to deliver compliments so early in conversation. she was used to receiving them, most often in relation to her size, but bhediya wasn't accustomed to returning the favor. golden, like the sun.