Sun Mote Copse I imagine so many things

Wraen was picking out pieces of grass and moss between her toes, when Towhee appeared and by the manner of the greeting, there were no bad news or an immediate business that the Sovereign needed to attend to. They had not spoken to each other since the morning-after-pill  talk, and she had kept her distance for the reminder of her cousin's heat, but was very glad, when it was finally over. She knew, however, that this was not the end of the road. There was a Niamh-, a Maia-, a Chanel- heat to not look forward to and, who knew, Finley might get back in the rodeo arena this season as well. 

"Look, who's feeling confident," Wraen replied. "Fish does not upset your digestion anymore?"