Broken Antler Fen birchwood

Ibis couldn't quite remember being as physical as Teya. Hearing that she had gone adventuring would be one thing, a bonding thing between them. Ibis was not skilled at hunting or fishing; she had depended on others for all of that. Her parents, her brother, her husband — they were all gone now. Thankfully she had Brecheliant to keep her safe and fed, to protect her children.

The difference made Teya appealing in a new manner. There wasn't anything stereotypically masculine about the waif, yet, Ibis could not help but assign such a preconceived notion to her. It did not fit with the refined and doe-like quality of her young body — not in Ibis' mind, at any rate. She was... impressed.

I... I'm not sure, Ibis admits as an answer, distracted for a minute by her thoughts. The memory of moonlight. A vague sense of wanting, although at this point Ibis couldn't separate the attraction she felt to Teya and her love and loss of Akavir.

Will you walk with me? Standing too long makes my hips hurt, the woman asks with a little dip of her head, not quite a shrug but something like a shrink; I... I am going to be a mother, again. As if her rounded sides weren't enough evidence.