Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

"Oh, come on - don't tell me that Niamh has dissuaded from every marrying!" Wraen asked, oblivious of the slight embarrassment in Arthur's voice and face, when he had adressed the matter. That's, where being a black wolf came in handy - under moonlit sky it was nearly impossible to read their expressions. "Believe me there are way scarier women around than her," she told him and added with a cheeky grin. "Hydra, for example. If I was a man, I would be scared shitless from her. Or... if I did not have much brains, then I would actually be glad to have her boss me around."

Wraen did not reply to Arthur's next inquiry right away, studying him for a moment, while deciding, how much truth she could and should reveal to him. He had proven to be an interesting person to be around, she felt that he liked and enjoyed her company, but could she trust him? Was he loyal? Then again - who would he tell? Or who would be interested in, what he could tell about her? "To put in eloquent terms - when it comes to creating children you need more than sharp wit, sweet words and desire in your heart," she looked away and sighed. "You need an ability to do so. The one that does not depend on your will, but, what nature gives you," she paused. "Or doesn't."

"You know, what it feels like, when spring sings in your veins. It hasn't been like that for me for years now," why did it take so many words to tell the simple truth "I can't have children"? Because it hurt still, even if you had lived with this thought almost all your life. "That's why I do not intend to ever marry - I would rather have him as a friend than disappoint him as a mate. That's only fair."