Whitebark Stream red sun rises

brows raised, she enjoyed this moment. he seemed to lighten, the strenuous interaction with his brother seeming to wash away with the colloquial words exchanged between them. she sought to correct herself—she was a princess, whether the words held weight or no, it meant little to the blackmarch's of hierarchy. it was something that she, now, would respect them for. admire, even, that titles held nothing in their sphere. how it meant the world to her, at one point, but now she was just a hunter. just the chieftain's wife.
you'll know her if you meet her, her dark furs, blue in the right lights. her star sister was beautiful. she sucked in a breath. she wished to move on from talking about them.
pregnant?
she glanced down at herself— the visual toll of pregnancy began to bloom! yes, she said with a softer, star-ful tone. they were the only things that would have her smiling. and now, too, veksar could see the light that had dimmed beneath saatsine nature. do you have a wife?