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Expansion was now underway. Akashingo itself, overwhelmed in numbers, and Inji thought it just as much for her as well.
Princes from all over crawled the halls like spiders, and while none had eyes for her in particular — save for Naberius, who had taken what had been given — they made her prickle with nerves even still.
Aglow, she preens at the red-ticked fur of a spindly foreleg as she stares at the undressed spine of her suitor. Again, he sought her company, and ever was she happy to oblige.
For him alone she would open that tiny chasm of girlish longing.
If she wants me to, is her answer, bathed in the scratchiness of a tired throat. Her jaws stretch in a small yawn. will you?