Hoshor Plains gentlelady

that was indeed intriguing. he thought about it, thought more deeply; lestan stole a glance and tried to find words. "c-can i ask, what you — were, kirain?" the mayfair shyly inquired, trying not to turn red and failing. it was truly none of his business.
but they had spent many days together; he felt it was all right to ask, or at least more acceptable now. 
and yet it was not!
to shroud himself, he turned away, searching with a new desperation for the plant he needed to be whole.