Moonspear princes who adore you

Kindle demanded to know what her ideal mate would be like. Treepie reluctantly glanced at him, then dropped her bright eyes to her feet. He was teasing her, she could tell, and she didn’t know him well enough to feel entirely comfortable with that. But she blew out a breath and rolled her shoulders, choosing to take it in lighthearted spirit she hoped he intended.

Well, he has to be very handsome, of course, she said, drawing her eyes upward again so they danced across his face. She snorted lightly a moment later. Naturally, his looks don’t matter nearly as much as his spirit… but attraction and chemistry are important, I think. Just like sharing goals and values. It doesn’t matter if I find him attractive if he doesn’t want children; we would never work. She paused. I guess you could say that my perfect man wants to be a taataa as much as I want to be an anaa. Nothing else matters as much as that.

She had been looking just past his face for the last several beats. Now Tiuttuk looked into Kindle’s eye, felt herself flush and had to use all the self-control she possessed not to look away. She would not be bashful about what she wanted most out of life.

Nevertheless, she was all too happy to swing the spotlight his way by asking, What about you? What traits do you look for in a suitable partner?