They don't sing songs about the gentle nipping of teeth against your neck. Why don't they sing songs about this? The world needs to know!

The stories always say that the wolf eats the maiden unless she's rescued by some brave, shining hero. Which she always is, but it's still awful and scary waiting to find out! But this is... there's no verse that describes the feeling of fangs nipping at your neck. No stories say anything about how the sharp nick of pain fades so fast and how, when it goes, it starts spreading this incredible, amazing, meltyful, uh... [i]warmth[/i] that's just like the hot, steamy breath she's blowing onto your skin, but... but... y'know, [i]more[/i], and and [i]inside[/i] 'cause it's seeping down down down into your body!

Where's the carefully penned prose for her to keep on her shelf about the sensation of those long fairy fingers and their beautiful, sharp, black-painted claws lifting her head up, up, up with nothing more than the faintest suggestion of force? They didn't write about how soft it is! How safe it feels! Somebody, please have the imagination or the wherewithal to notice the way a wolf's thumb can brush against your collar bone and all of a sudden your eyelids are going flicker-flicker-blink and you can't stop making these tiny little gasps or pushing up your lips like you're begging the sky to be the one to steal your first kiss! Is she gonna have to do this all herself? Well, fine, but that's a shame. She's really got no talent with words, y'know?

It wouldn't even take a light shove to knock Yue over, just now. Even just the word 'breeze' might be enough to send her tipping, swooning so that those long, strong arms have to catch her, and squeeze her, and hold her tight enough against those leathers for her to find out what they smell like and feel the softness of that chest against her cheeks to find out for herself what whoooooops, there she goes.

"Aish," she trills with very real fake distress, "I guess I'm so tired from running all the way home, ehehe! My legs don't wanna carry me any farther!"

Now, here's the thing. Yue doesn't have a seductive bone in her body. When you grow up in a tiny village with nobody but your family for company most days you don't get a lot of chances to perfect your art. And when your best friend is a cuddly little fox you rescued from the woods when she was just so teeny tiny (the [i]most[/i] teeny tiny, to be precise), you don't even get a chance to practice kissing like a normal girl. But her smile is just as soft and sweet as any doe you could hope to meet's, and she's even silly enough to hike her dress up to her knees to show the smoothness of her calves, as if that was somehow proof of how tired and useless they were.

"I think I even twisted my ankle, see? I gueesss, ehehehe, you'll just have to carry me~"

...There [i]are[/i] stories, you know. Stories about travelling warriors loyal to crowns, the kind of people who swoop in onto balconies from the tops of bamboo fields to rescue maidens from the wolves nobody's writing about. And those great warriors don't usually get their happily ever after no matter how beautiful and wily the girl they save might be. They've got responsibilities, y'know? princesses or even Princesses to serve and other adventures to have and monsters to slay and many, many, many horizons to cross. 

Maybe the point of Sis' old song is that you can't know for sure if you're the moon being chased across the sky or the wanderer running after it to prove her love. Or maybe it's something else, something so smart you'd have to be a sophisticated city-girl just to have a chance at getting it. But right now it doesn't matter, see? Because the pattering of Yue's heart right now is real. The warmth in her cheeks and her chest have to mean [i]something[/i], because nobody has ever come and not-quite-kissed her before or given her all of these new feelings to hold in her arms in any of the years she's walked this earth. 

And that feeling. It must be love, right? And love is something you have to follow. Isn't it?

[Yue has become Smitten with Hyra]