Fairspell Meadow Flowers and boys mix well

Rhonen surpassed a favourite playmate from a pick in a litter—there was a connection there that promised the girl her brother would always have her back, and her his should life ever pull them in a certain direction. At his enthusiasm, her own smile grew into a widen grin, and with a flashing wink, the girl waited for her brother to scramble up, so they could both go explore the pond together… and with it, the bundle of frog eggs that were surely there.

“How should we carry them home?” Her musing was soft, her eyes brushing forward to study the goopy patch of eggs—squishy circled, clung together. “Bet mom will love ‘em,” she decided then, a shit-eating grin on her features.