Dragoncrest Cliffs i think im pretnet w my 14th child? the test was ghetto..what is your opione?

Had Aure been through several romances, perhaps she may have looked back into this first one with something quite akin to what ran through. In her own faith, you practiced love with only one soul; and if that romance faded, you wandered through life until you met another, and tried again. To have more than one beloved was certainly out of the question — at least, in Aure's chapter. Her brother did not feel so restrained.

...Perhaps she wouldn't recoil from her current self, though; she didn't have time to think on maybe's and what if's, or that Verx might be more 'established' than she'd originally believed, because at the present moment, her ears feathered imploringly towards the next slew of halting verse.

After the initial surprise, her lips parted in befuddlement at the word that ripped itself from the brana's throat — mouthing uselessly at the threads Isleña left behind. They... they...? A slight cant came to her head, and her slim brow narrowed, all gullible, ivory girl, who stared a little dumbly. But then came the bristling, and the evident guilt creasing along that angular, cocoa face— oh.

...Oh.

For a moment, Aure said nothing — couldn't, as the bones of her pale neck strained at the wrench in her slender jaw. Nostrils began to flare, tongue gnawed thickly between teeth shivering inside a thin-lipped, clamped-shut mouth. Argent eyes went a bit bleary, unfocused, and something blinding and blazing and ferocious clambered up her spine, shrieking— whatever it was within her wanted to overwhelm Isleña—

No! No, she— she wouldn't do this to Isleña. In the ill-defined reaches of her strained sanity, if Verx hadn't thought to tell her about a female he’d had past relations with, who'd she'd somehow befriended, she... then it must have occured before either of them had known Aure herself had ever ventured the cliffs. That had to be it, yes?

In the meantime, her pale neck veered from the simmering female, brow notching with some sort of soreness she couldn't quite place. Instead, Aure passed her tongue along bitten lips, ears flickering inscruitbly, and rasped just as meekly, "Are you... have you two still... still..." And the her own gaze fell, thin shoulders curling in dreaded anticipation as reality placed itself into her verbose vocabulary

Aure distractedly made to settle back with what care she had left — but instead sat with a confused little ‘plomp’ that expressed her own self as thoroughly as Isleña had.