"H-Hello," Faylira said softly.
For someone as arrogant and playful as her — a proud fox who normally flaunted every step and flick of her tails — this shift was nothing short of a miracle. Today, there was no teasing, no smirks, no sly remarks.
Today, she stood still. Her hands clutched her tails like a shy girl clinging to a curtain, half-hiding her face behind the silken fur. She was meeting her lover's family, and even a warrior like her wasn't immune to that kind of pressure.
There were very few women in the world who wouldn't feel nervous right now.
Beside her, Liraeth was burning so brightly with emotion, one might think she was a blood mage about to cast something catastrophic. Her purple eyes sparkled with some unreadable mix of intensity and pride.
