Moonspear princes who adore you

It sounded like there was no love lost there. Treepie drew in a breath, pondering the tone Kindle used when he spoke of this Warsbane man. It sounded like his mother hadn’t needed him much, which was good. Perhaps she’d had another lover to help her rear her pups, or perhaps simply a supportive village.

My anaa and taataa were never an item, Pie shared in turn. They were just friends who both welcomed children. My mother had other lovers too, though I don’t remember much about them. She paused, eyes flitting over Kindle’s. I know there’s lots of ways to approach intimate relationships, but I’ve always dreamed of finding a husband, getting married and having a family. I’ve wanted to be an anaa my whole life… and of course I want to find the right man to be their taataa.

Her cheeks warmed a little as she bared this part of her heart. She wasn’t ashamed of her hopes and dreams, though Tiuttuk had her reservations. Most of them had to do with her unique anatomical situation, of course. Her body’s recent reaction didn’t bode well, though that thought reminded her of another. Pie could not know how things would work until her second spring, though she could always test the waters before then…

Now she blushed more deeply, her tongue poking out to wet her lips as she glanced away toward the distant outcropping. The sheep were long gone, though she stared at the place where they had been, watching the moonlight crawl across the gleaming shale.