Redsand Canyon Mikró

tamar kissed him back.

"well. she is practical." she paused, humming lightly.

"but, she is going to be a mother." tamar blinked.

"i would like to find a pretty bird and take the featherskin to her. something large enough to be used, but lovely enough to be a decoration."

her teeth glimmered in a smile. "it is quite a demand. what do you think, zawji?" her face faded then; tamar had not spoken in this way since speaking with jawahir, or she could not recall.