Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she does not love you

a poetic joke. she rather liked that, and butted her crown affectionately into rosalyn's shoulder. "i was considering de comin' season," the harlot chose to say, not wanting to worry her lover. and it was true that the time to come had crossed her mind. she did not think it would arrive for rosalyn again, nor did she believe the pirate wished it.
but for herself — even in her own increasing years, the possibility remained.
carrying young together with her wife had pleased erzulie immeasurably, and against the will of nature she wished it again.
"sapphique will need at least one litter to confirm it here," she sighed, through tipped her head to gaze at rosalyn then, wanting to hear her mate's thoughts upon the idea.