Neverwinter Forest My queen won't feed on milk and honey

Pangur allowed Callyope to do whatever was needed without fuss, steeled herself to the ticklish sting that wracked her while the wound was cleaned. 

She would add to its reasons, and its faces. Pangur felt her chest swell with warmth. A special place indeed, and here and now, it was shared with her.

I come from nowhere in particular, and everywhere. Pangur started, round ears swiveled to face forwards. ..I have travelled much.. since I was a year old. I have seen many places and peoples, it is their songs and stories I have carried all this way.

Tenderly, she spoke, eyes softening shamelessly. And some from my mother, she taught me many.  Her tail slid around to curl against her hide, mimicking the embrace of another, bringing to her a pseudo-comfort that never could have truly replaced the feeling of the real thing, even if it reminded her plenty. She was all grown up. She had no choice but to hold herself, now.