Qeya River tu el aire que respiro yo

a nod, solemn; lips dipping to feather upon the ankle she held cupped in the curl of her own paw. "i came back. and then we left, and then right after that we became mothers. there has been little time to think of anything else, or him, until he was here." yes. she had heard it all, but she wanted to know more, a curious, surprised searching within her. "it is all right to be frightened. but he cannot live between us, wren." she kissed the softness of one cheekbone and then the other, breathing below each eye; "do you love him still?" for that had not been apathy vibrating in the air between her wife and akavir.