Totoka River [m] fire dancer

at first, she had mistaken his elation for aggression; perhaps it might have been so as he had drawn her gaze upwards, watched the saltwater pour from her scarlet gaze. and then, in the next second, he was bounding like a young boy — the most spry she had ever seen him, hollering to the high heavens in proclamation.
he had stolen it from her, the ability to turn to him and say: yes, i am pregnant.
how had it taken him so long to notice? perhaps she was not showing as much as she thought she was. now she was only more worried, sniffling and turning her head to watch him dance around her. i was worried you would be upset, she tells him in broken lanzadoii, voice shaken and strained from lack of use. my fire time came early and silently, i suppose.