Moonspear pure imagination

She was prompt, Treepie noted with a touch of sourness. Catching herself, she shook her head lightly. Just because she and Kindle were together didn’t mean he couldn’t socialize with other women, of course. He had agreed to exclusivity and she trusted him… if not Kira herself. But the woman had been nothing but absolutely affable, so Tiuttuk gave herself a swift inward kick to get her shit together.

Hi, Kira, she said more warmly than she’d thought possible two minutes ago. I’m doing well. I hope you are too. Hopefully I’m not interrupting anything. She paused, then continued, I haven’t forgotten about my promise to follow up with you on our earlier chat. What’ve you been up to since then? Pie asked, genuinely curious.

She folded into a sit, then motioned for Kira to do the same. Despite her own inner chastising, Pie felt a little thrill go through when she realized she’d effectively won their (not a) competition. But it was kind of an ugly thought, so she kicked herself again even as she bit her lip, yellow eyes shining.