Hold the Torch Together [Gwenevere]

A brief grin flashed across Aurielle’s features at Gwen’s answer, and she nodded, adding with a laugh, “Though your health is definitely very important.”

Then she paused, gaze searching Gwen’s features closely. She’d noticed that the older woman who would be her Right Wing for a time had been hanging off to herself and not been as social. She already knew of the birds and bees from her parents—they hadn’t wasted any time in educating her or Aramis.

She was observant enough to note the change in Gwen’s scent, and stated gently, with just a hint of curiosity, “Well enough, but not the best you can feel? You were born in winter?” Not prying, but an unspoken offer to talk about it if Gwen wished. If she didn’t, the newly minted Archangel wouldn’t press further.

Honestly, though, she couldn’t deny her curiosity about what her own second year would bring. Her mother had told her what a heat cycle felt like, but Aurielle had to wonder if it was the same for all females. After all, her father had put in that her great-grandmother Erani hadn’t had a heat cycle until her sixth year and, having missed out on her own birds and bees talk due to the slaughter of her birth pack – and subsequently, her mother and father – thought she’d been coming down with a strange, possibly contagious malady.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think