Dawnlark Plains kwana-ci

aja! you flatter me, woman! he grinned, stepping back, spinning once like some proud fool. what next? will you call me wise?
but then—he really looks at her.
wait, wait—hold on. his head tilts, gaze flicking over her. then back up, wide-eyed. your ears are not twice the size of your head, and you are with child?!
a gasp. dramatic.
spirits, have you become a responsible pagwi-nüwa? he steps closer, sniffing like he might find proof. i cannot believe it!