Altar of Twilight but that was just a dream

despite such injustice, aiolos had maintained his love of the goddesses, and of women. maybe that was what she felt glittered around him: an collar of nurturing, worshipful light. her mind whispered that his attentiveness surely extended to other situations; kukutux near blanched in horror at herself and turned jadestone gaze downward in respect.

"when shall we meet again?" the duck inquired, forward despite her submissive bearing, misplaced confidence to hide the scandalized rush of her pulsebeat.