Deepwood Weald Construct my summer home.

Since the nameless huntress had caught Dacio's eye during his time as Roangeda's Klikalida, he'd grown significantly more aware of the opposite sex. He looked at them in a different way now, some more so than others, as he quietly considered their capability to stand at his side as potential mate. Huā was no exception, especially with the pheromones that lured him in with such ease.

Still, Dacio did his best to remain cool anod collected, impassive, though couldn't deny the flurry if butterfly wings in the pit of his abdomen to hear her say that she was "happy to know him". A curious thing, though the newly aroused teenager in him was tempted to quip something witty and suggestive in response.

"Oh," he started, regretful to have potentially led her to believe she had come looking to pimp herself out among Moonspear's bachelors, "I'm sorry, I... I did not mean to suggest that you would. It's just that Hydra prefers to monitor and control these changes. She would say that your heat might tempt the, uh... the males who follow her rules."