Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

oh, the poor girl.
she's a pretty young thing; so delicate and fragile like a beautiful vase. so easy to break.
no need, he chirrups, head lowering in a display of respect. i watched my wife go through this, too. goat's milk was her favorite when she was with child. there's a glimmer of something unreadable in the silver eyes. ah, shaba. you live on through me.
still no sign of your eldest? he thought now to make light conversation if she wished, sitting back on his haunches just outside the denmouth. he would not intrude on a mother's space. he knew she had sons — sons which needed to grow strong, and he was not one to disturb this natural process too early. she is still useful.
and if glaukos was not going to take advantage of the meat, andras would.