Moonspear princes who adore you

It made little sense for Tiuttuk to hold herself against his checklist. Nonetheless, she found herself comparing and contrasting. She liked to think she checked all his boxes, save for the size of her family. She wasn’t sure whether the Ostregas were considered large or “healthy stock,” the use of the latter phrase earning a tilt of her head.

It sounded like they could make a good match, though Pie wasn’t sure if it was too soon to make that joke. Did she want to make light of it at all? She took her future partnership very seriously. And because of that, she would be a lying liar who lies if she said she wasn’t now measuring up Kindle in a new light, one aglow with potential.

Do you have your eye on anyone? she wondered next, her heart beating a little harder against her ribs in anticipation—or fear—of Kindle’s answer. I had someone in mind once, but I don’t know if he’s the right match for me, she admitted, the thought of Alaric prompting her to say rather emphatically, I want that romantic spark, you know? I want to be courted. I want to spoil him in return. Oh, I can’t wait for that love to find me.

She was gushing a bit, wasn’t she? Tiuttuk’s cheeks warmed again and she ducked her head a little, though she laughed. Perhaps it made her a little vulnerable to share, yet these were some of her core traits she was showing Kindle. And they were certainly getting to know one another a bit better, perhaps even laying some notable groundwork, even if their hunting endeavor had ended up going nowhere.