Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

"do you be wantin' to see me again, thyme?" chani teased, a quick-witted adjustment to hide the sudden flush of warmth climbing her cheeks. a boy! wanting to see her?
generationally, chani had been raised with an overarching sense of complete feminine power that needed no men. boys were therefore still a mystery to her. "north, pas' de rise of de redtail wolves. fierce. steer clear. come to de sea. call for me."
there it was again, a low flicker in her chest.