Firefly Glen nâmmakik ⚵

toad amelia did not take at all lightly to the duck's suggestion. snowy ears fell back against the delicate arch of her skull; the moondrop watched her friend for a worried, searching moment. and then in the ones to follow, she blinked and returned to herself. "i will tell what he wishes," she said softly. "patience. kindness. a good heart. someone who could arrive to love the sea. and someone who wishes to be wife. that she does not come out of obligation is important to aiolos."

toad amelia did not have the willowy loveliness of a girl, but nor did kukutux. there was nothing ugly in her companion, not before the eyes or within the heart. and the leader beside the empress had said nothing upon the subject of looks. "he is not a boy. it is not a laughing foolish girl he seeks," the duck went on, attempting to catch the firefly's pretty eye. "it is a woman." and though she would never comment openly upon the she-wolf's features, fearing rudeness, but felt that the warm roundness of toad amelia would be attractive to a man who wished a settled wife.

she straightened. "perhaps before you choose, you should put your eyes upon him. beside the sea is cold in this month and the next. but i think it is an important travel to take. only when you have thought much on it, of course."