Lost Creek Hollow permiso

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yes, wren had been able to tell.
by now she was well acquainted with it, that change in mind and body; the sweet metallic undertone of her scent. it sent the warrior into her own frenzy, in a way; her body thrummed with a surge of protectiveness, attached at her lover's hip and thawing only beneath her warmth.
but these things came with a price. kids, wow, it was almost shocking to speak it aloud, sobering, like a plunge into ice water. her own season had come upon her in seasons past, and she had been lucky. very much so. she hadn't wanted them then. had never truly entertained the idea, until —
i feel like we should get married first, a crooked smile cracks the earnest face wren carries, half-serious. she shuffles, gaze averted to the dewgrass beneath them. are they somethin' you want?