Duck Lake dife a ap kontinye

Her listener’s ears give attentive bent to the accent of a faraway tongue. Against her words he nuzzles himself, to savor the pitless hollow where lies her undying need. That which she would not sate without cooperation from another. Whether designed by the gods or intended by nature, what intriguing circumstances that should join them here; at this place where water meets sand.

The man of the sands draws nearer to the lady of the lake. “Can’t have that,” he’ll purr.

She receives him squarely with a look intent. She does not divert his curiosity. She answers in earnest. He likes this.

He chances two steps deeper, so he might see clearer the forest in her eyes. If he reaches now, he could stroke his cheek along those sun-tipped shoulders.

“Does she hunger, too, for motherhood?”