Redhawk Caldera moonpearl

well. that was fair. she kissed him again, because she could, and felt herself responsive and warm beneath the delightful lap of the water. no danger of catching herself in the family way again, she thought with a flush at her own boldness.
chickadee's eyes danced upon his. "we can do that, you know. my parents have lived here for a long time. we can do the same. maybe our grandkids will even be born where our kids were, and the great grandkids too."
thinking ahead, far ahead, because the moonthorn could not imagine a future old and grey without kivaluk.