Moonspear [m] listening to fear

She didn’t rebuff him. He must be dreaming, Talisman thought. He floated toward her, hope ballooning in his small chest at the sight of her bowing playfully. His own tail stirred, wagging against his hind legs. Talis hesitated only a moment before dipping downward himself.

It hurt his back a little, which made him realize this maybe wasn’t a dream. And yet, the moment remained dreamlike. Talisman gazed at her, admiring her face from up close, memorizing her features. She smelled indescribable, which made his belly dip and swoop.

Tentatively, he nipped toward the whiskers growing from her pale chin. He hadn’t forgotten that she was his superior. If she wanted him—a thought which made his heart leap a little—Talisman would gladly give her all the attention she desired.

And speaking of dreams, maybe his would come true: perhaps tonight, he would finally father children.