Northstar Vale anugivaalua ❅

quietly she drew near; kukutux blinked, turning away her muzzle as a wave of complete trepidation overcame her.

but in the next she felt the warmth of her breath mingling with that of agana — so close, the lioness and her pearl, without the need of touch between them.

yet.

the spirit whispered fiercely; it warned the duck of the elements that would be displaced and displeased if she did not withdraw now, did not surrender this nascent glimmering of an idea that had never been accomplished before.

the spirit would say it was because such things were not meant to be, but kukutux felt herself shimmering slowly to a pool of soft want beneath the expectant, wary, contemplative honeyed stare of the other.

compelled finally beyond the ingrained boundaries, past the strictures with which she had been reared, shy kukutux let herself be led to the beginnings of a kiss, forgetting once more to breathe as she touched tentatively the velveteen of agana's face with her shy mouth.