Rising Sun Valley [m] reckoning

When she looked back, a dark figure followed her like a fallen leaf, stripped from the branch and carried on a breath of wind.

She did not look to study his features- he could have been ugly for all she cared. She did not charge toward him to test his strength- he could have been spindly and weak for all it mattered. She did not run, to test his speed- it would not change a thing if he had been unable to run.

For the strength of her children would come from her.

Their beauty would come from a long line of queens, their strength from the ferocity of those who had beget daughter, and those who had daughters before then. The matrilineal line was what was pure and golden; her children would excel because she made them.

So she moved toward him, though her gaze fell deep into the man’s sunflower-and-cerulean eyes, looking not for any semblance of his demeanour, but for the willingness to comply with her body’s demands.