Whitebark Stream And so it begins

oh, she was cheeky. surya ducked his head, looking mock-bashful as she became all soft and demure. dutifully, he followed her lead, bringing his nose down to smell. well. . .i suppose you're right, he murmured, breath stirring the leaves slightly as he spoke. the shape was a little lost on him, but the scents between them did have different notes.

aphrodite mentioned her mother, and he felt the now-familiar twist of his stomach as he thought of his own dam, though it passed quickly enough. that is good that she taught you, surya replied, smiling. someone has to know all this. my parents were hunters, mainly, and scouts.

and what of your real father? he cast the errant thought aside, slightly perturbed that it had popped up in the first place.