Hoshor Plains turquoise

kivaluk watches her with unbridled delight, attempting to sneak in a kiss as she slides her arms 'round him; wondering how many times in a span of a singular minute he can think she is ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful. at least three, he's counted.

i feel something, he tells her, though he is not sure yet what it is; though perhaps because he is not well versed in reading how places make him feel, always a little bit hesitant to grow attached to physical places.

you are becoming a woman in true, as i am becoming a man. they had been such before, but now their bodies were catching up in true. soon, we will be mother and father. and the idea makes him feel alive with excitement!