Talk:The Mistletoe/@comment-7060975-20150117170236/@comment-7060975-20150118162130

She felt a great spark in her as their pelts brushed together. What is going on?

"Yeah... it's pretty cold." She mentally slapped herself upside the head. How stupid did that sound? She didn't realize that her pelt was still close to his, and when she did, she blushed again.

"S-so..." she said, trying to make conversation, "When do you think your Warrior ceremony will be?"