Fairspell Meadow ambaróne

She knew what had been taught to her: that women became wives, that men were husbands. That they could lay together and make children. The urge to do so had never possessed Wilwarin before; she only felt good now, and did not consider where the feeling came from, or what might result if she gave in to it; and she had! One with one man, and so brief a game that she barely thought of him now. But the woman spoke of these things and the flower-man came to her mind immediately.

It was with a stunned expression that Wilwarin looked upon the woman. How could she have been so mindless? She had only wanted to play games, to let herself be affectionate - and it had not felt bad. It had been what she had wanted. All women were expected to perform their First Rite; perhaps that was all this was, she thought. Perhaps the contact had not been enough to fill her womb.

Wilwarin was suddenly worried, and the spark of good-natured fun seemed to diminish. Her play-bow lifted, and she had an overcast look to her features as she looked at herself: sidelong, to her belly, and then thoughtfully towards the woman.