Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Rodyn gave a soft heh noise and bowed his head, shyly. Thank you.

At her jest he laughed outright and shook his head. You may call me whatever you wish. Both of those options are kind enough.

Heph was happy, glad to see him. Was kind and friendly. He was glad she was his friend.

At her inference, he coughed gently. Unsure what to say. He wasn't entirely ignorant when it came to such things, but he was not one who had emulated such things before. With the exception of that one very embarrassing moment, he preferred to ignore.

It sounds as if they are passionate about each other at any rate. Unless they just do that all around with anyone.

He didn't wish to think on that.

Rodyn sighed. Thinking it sounded like CallyopeThat Sounds like it is moon girl, Callyope. She takes separation very hard. Lote was like a second mother to her.