Lace stopped at this and turned around. She looked back at him then the forest, wandering up to him, "Royaling Roya Roy Royaling Roy roya. Royaling Roy Roy. Royaling ling ling Roya ". (If I stay you must be my mate. It's my species tradition. If one is saved by another then they are to be mates".
She grasped at her hood to hide her face from the growing blush. She peaked an eye up to look at him and walked closer. She looked past him to the camp and nodded her head, "Royaling"? (Will you do this?)
She grasped at her hood to hide her face from the growing blush. She peaked an eye up to look at him and walked closer. She looked past him to the camp and nodded her head, "Royaling"? (Will you do this?)