[b]"If I'm right, they're both nervous about fu- err, making love," River grumbled as he carelessly opened his own letter, "My brother is too sissy to make a move on Sylvia, & Sylvia doesn't have the guts to just push the man down & take what she wants. Does that sound about right to you, Love?"

Reaching out, River gently rubbed the palm of his hand over Emera's head as he read Aranhil's letter in more detail, confirming his suspicion. Aranhil was asking what he should do about his wife, & Sylvia was probably trying absurd Elven methods & mind games to seduce him, no doubt methods from his sister, who talked a lot about experience, really didn't have any.

"I feel like these two should be locked in a room until they finally get the deed done," Rive growled, rubbing one of his temples after putting down the letter, "I'm honestly not sure what I can tell Aranhil that I haven't already. He needs to start reproducing with Sylvia soon, or my mother will find a way to absolve the marriage & find him a Dragon bride. She wouldn't give a damn if that started a war or not."[/b]