Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

Kindle's family had traditions, too, though he was incapable of recalling them right then. He waited almost impatiently to hear what sort of hoops he would have to jump through, but Treepie was evasive in her answer. No actionable items were given to him, and he was quickly reaching a point where action was the only thing he might be capable of.

Talk of courting and commitment was, apparently, something he found incredibly compelling. But that compulsion had just about took.

Kindle stepped forward again, carefully lessening the distance between them from conversational to intimate.

"I think we should kiss," he stated, watching her intently. All the things she'd said hadn't quite gone in one ear and out the other, but certainly, they'd not taken up residence in his head.