Moonsong Glacier be the moth to my flame

an odd sort these locals were.

she thought the inability to hunt a weakness. had there been such an individual amongst her homeland, they likely would have been culled off before ever given a chance to become burdensome.

but she was not home.

they arrived at the common place, and she took note of each area that lay within visible sight. an ear twitched at his sudden instruction to steer clear of the red man during her season, along with two names of those who she might seek out. his own father included.

nephele did not think it his place to decide who she did or did not take to bed, but she did not press against his words and simply accepted them with a silent nod.

the last of his words stirred her attention in a reflective gaze. she did not think his statement unusual given that most would feel the same, and yet she did not feel inclined to care much on his preferences for her children. she considered her tongue for a moment before lips parted and she offered an indifferent, "i will consider the men you speak of."