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Not at the mess. The fact that his seed was wasted.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: BEAU'IFUL

U’snar

I watch her with ouer son. Playing with him an' 'he other Orclings while I speak with an' try t' convince Dugorim o'he err t' his quest. Dugorim is no' mated. But his daughter was stolen away by 'he woman who he’d mated. He says she loves him. That it was Sumira who destroyed their bond. But what can he do, with his mate so far away? He says he needs t' plan more before he leaves. But he weel no' be deterred.

Ganák shoos him off. “Och, is time for letters.” He informs me.

“Sunkissed,” I call. She pops her head up from telling 'he wee ones a story about a large beast with wings that flies in 'he sky an’ breathes fire t' protect its hoard. 'he creature sounds like something my Dam told me ages ago. Narod would know an’ remember more. “Would you come? Is time for their letters.”

She blinks an' looks t' Ganák with a shy smile. “Can I help?”

At my shrug, Ganák nods, handing her a basket o' slates. I watch as she starts t' hand them out. Ganák shoves a smaller basket int' my hands full o' crumbly whitened sticks that we create from shells that wash up on ‘he shore during ‘he late hot season. I start handing ‘heclakhout as well.

Ganák takes his own larger slate an’ sits down on a stool before 'he kits an’ my mate. She seats Arawn next t' herself with a kiss an’ a smile. I stand as guardnear 'he entrance, watching her beau’iful expression as she learns t’ write my tongue.

Her eyes sparkle when she learns t’ hold 'heclakhwithout crumbling it in her fingers. It warms me. 'he Orclings helping her learn. Her helping them in turn is a delight t' see. It reminds me that she is exactly 'he mate I always wanted.

I have very few memories o’ my dam. But those that I do? It reminds me o' my Sunkissed e’ery time.

An’ when she successfully writes her name in my tongue? She grins at me. Her excitement an’ joy shining like ‘he sun.

We help 'he wee ones go down for nap time while 'he older kids play quietly or run errands t' earn some spending.

Then, I whisk her away. Away from 'he noise an' int' a small crystal filled room. 'he sound o' dripping water can be heard as it drop drop drops from 'he ceiling.

She wraps her arms around me as we step inside 'he dark room. “I can’t see.” She complains. But I can. I can see she is teasing me. She is grinning an' looking up at where she thinks my face is. It’s higher than she is looking but I donnae correct her.

“Here,” I grasp her wee fingers an’ place them gently on a stone. I grin as she gasps. For 'he stone gleams with an inner light.

“HOW?” She asks in awe.

“Ouer skin. 'he stones take 'he bitterness from them an’ it feeds on it.” I explain how it was explained t' me.

She hums, her delightful little purr. “I wonder if it has my-krow-organ-izems in it. Reacting to the Ssahlt content in our skin.”

I crouch down, my arms wrapped around her, as she continues t' babble about things I donnae understand. Words that have no meanin’ here. But that mean something t' her. I look at her, at 'he awe as she touches stones in reach, explainin’ t’ me about their possible properties. How fascinating it is. How it reminds her o’ a moo-vee where people used shining crystals on necklaces t' charge vehicles that looked like fish.

I pull her int' my lap after she’s made 'he room shine as if we were under Solist itself. I kiss her temple an' just watch 'he crystals slowly dim.

“You are my e’erything, Sunkissed.”

She turns in my arms. Looking int' my eyes, devouring me with her gaze. “You are the sweetest person I have ever met. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“An’ I you.” I murmur, my lips descending ont' hers. I lick an’ lave at her. Begging an' beseeching entrance int' her sacred bounty. Int' 'he beau’iful creature that she is.

Like a benevolent goddess, she allows me succor. T' dip my claws, my teeth an' my soul int' her. T' devour every morsel she deems me worthy. An' at 'he end, when we are growling an' groaning t' 'he dying light o'he crystals, she bites down on my throat with her suddenly sharpened teeth. Mating me t' her as I have done t' her. Binding us tightly. Entwining ouer hearts an' minds.

She pulls away, took breathe heavily in my face, as I pant in hers. My body still connected t' hers.

“You are ‘he best thing t’ e’er happen t’ me.” I murmur.

“I’m so happy you found me.” She murmurs back. 'he final crystals light dims t' nothing. Leaving us in darkness. But no' alone.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE PAST

Jaedason

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