Broken Antler Fen roseblack

"i be careful," teya agreed with a duck of her muzzle to have remembered the way that she and the swan had —
the inside of her jaw, bitten gently. thoughtfully.
"i feel ... warm," teya struggled, a quick smile evincing her willingness to attempt again. "in last days. something, uh," gesturing toward her belly where the soft glittering had become stronger. what was it? she glanced to bridget, and found no words arrived; tongue-chained again by the expression that composed the redbird's features.