Dragoncrest Cliffs benediksyon

sobeille could not mask the apprehensive widening of her eyes to learn there were many suitors; the prospect of being in her maman’s stead caused her tongue feel leaden.

it was not that she did not find men unattractive. there were times she saw the muscular twitch of svalinn’s body or the lithe, waiting power of arrluk and admired it. and yet, she could not conjure lust for them.

to allow them to change her body filled her with disquiet and contempt. she would prefer to procreate like the crab or the fish; external and without her own body suffering.

i am not nervous, sobeille huffed, struggling now to comprise a workable explanation. i — there were many things she wished. housing these thoughts was one thing, but speaking her longing aloud was to put her neck at the mercy of her peers. what if i only want daughters?