Lion Head Mesa blade

bees?

she was sure that wasn't what her daughter meant. it was probably just babble to babble, learning to converse young. she hummed something in the back of her throat. another carefully placed kiss.

whatever you want to be, i'll make it so. she told her.

but the girl was still that, a girl. a child. there was no rush (from treva) to thrust her into anything just yet.

she moved her nose to prod at the girl in a tickling manner.