It was over, I couldn't help but inwardly sigh.
A small reprieve from all that had occurred through out this time.
I was fully aware that this was a must and all I felt in this time may feel like days have passed but in fact, outside it was less than an hour.
This room was built especially for Lyricals to complete their mating rituals, by the first matriarch and her mates.
Right, I should have remembered this, haha, I'm so foolish, forgetting something so damn important!
The bed made from the soft plant grown in the sacred meadow, guarded year round by armed Lyricals.
Soft almost silky, yet with a thicker feel to it, spun to complete the shape of the outside, while the feathers first shed by her before maturing from a fledgeling to an adult stuffed the bed itself each and every one with a wave of her third mate the feathers were preserved to be forever soft never to lose its lustre.
Sigh, how sweet.