[There are two things... two things that are beginning to coalesce from the hazy, magically drunken memories of the handfasting nights of Marilla beach. The woman she'd been speaking to... What had she said-]
You're not, ah...
[Her body doesn't betray any discomfort, not just because she doesn't yet quite fully believe those hazy images and sensations and words, but also because of her own situation, her rather simple-minded assumption that certain things in this place meant certain other things, and just like she and her husband had negotiated in Lunatia...
But as her fingers continue to card through his hair and invite him to nestle in the soft warmth of her bosom, as her forelegs curl at his hips in attempt to mimic how human-shaped people might fit together...]
You're not a... king of something, are you... ?
[Her tone invites him to laugh such a thing off with her. He was just a ship's captain, right? How much had she drunk at those handfastings, anyway?]
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You're not, ah...
[Her body doesn't betray any discomfort, not just because she doesn't yet quite fully believe those hazy images and sensations and words, but also because of her own situation, her rather simple-minded assumption that certain things in this place meant certain other things, and just like she and her husband had negotiated in Lunatia...
But as her fingers continue to card through his hair and invite him to nestle in the soft warmth of her bosom, as her forelegs curl at his hips in attempt to mimic how human-shaped people might fit together...]
You're not a... king of something, are you... ?
[Her tone invites him to laugh such a thing off with her. He was just a ship's captain, right? How much had she drunk at those handfastings, anyway?]