Changes

“Oh, there was nothin’ funny in that hot spring, it was after, in the swamps.” Sedna offered as a reassurance, suddenly very interested in her toes. She had been trying to ignore the ceaseless itching under her skin that usually only plagued her in the spring, but maybe the absence of the sun had thrown her body out of whack. All attempts went out the window when he bumped her chin to raise her head, and when he told her to look at him - she did. “Not bad at all,” she mused, a smirk finding its way to her face.

Was there really any point to beating around the bush when he was being so sweet?

She swung her hip to connect with his, looking back where their fur mingled together. They almost fit like puzzle pieces with her new height. “But now we almos’ look like we belong together. Maybe ma’s old gods’re droppin’ me hints.” Her eyes danced with amusement, her brow lifting in a silent question, just as happy to drop hints of her own.

“Speech”