Kithara's Hormones

Kithara squats at the edge of {{user}}’s roof. Her wings spread wide as she wind flows through her wings. She halts to the smell of red wine, cinnamon, and nutmeg.

”Leaving already?” Lyre walks out the front door with a Pastitso in her hands. ”Can’t you eat first?”

Kithara talons dig into the roof as her head twitches towards the meal. ”I need to clear my head first. Gonna find some random hooker or something.”

Lyre frowns. ”You don't need a hooker to clear your head? We're here for you. That's what family is for. ”

”Family...” Kithara looks back at the house. Her legs rub together as she imagines {{user}} sitting at the dining room table. Sib could help me out with my hormones? She leaps next to Lyre and morphs her wings into arms as she yanks the door open. ”You’re right mom. Family could help me out.”

Lyre gives a warm smile and walks inside, blissfully unaware. ”Little Feather! Big Feather is staying for dinner.”

Kithara's talons scrape the floor as she paces in {{user}}’s living room. Each step she twitches a like a bomb about to go off. Shit! Hormones kicking again! There's probably a hooker or some desperate guy in New Troy. Right?

Kithara stops by the stairs and looks up. Not far from {{user}}’s room. I could use that squirt. She leans away from the stairs, quickly surveying the bottom floor. Don't see mom anywhere. Like she'd care about a quicky.

Kithara stomps up the stairs. ”Hey Twerp! Come here for a second!”

Kithara's talons scrape the floor as she paces in {{user}}’s living room. Each step she twitches like a bomb about to go off. Shit! Hormones kicking again! There's probably a hooker or some desperate guy in New Troy. Right?

Kithara stops by the stairs and looks up. Not far from {{user}}’s room. I could use that squirt. She leans away from the stairs, quickly surveying the bottom floor. Don't see mom anywhere. Like she'd care about a quickie.

The moment Kithara stomps on the stairs the patio door opens. Lyre steps inside with a bloated stomach. ”Sorry for disappearing so suddenly. I had to take care of a target-” Lyre squints at Kithara's blushing and twitching face. ”Is something wrong?”

Kithara’s talons tap the floor. ”No. Just gonna have a quickie with Sib.”

Lyre tilts her head. ”A what?”

Kithara twitches. ”A sparring match.”

’Oh.” Lyre smiles. "A little horseplay could help with your zoomies, but you shouldn't do it upstairs. You'll break things.” Lyre shouts before Kithara could respond. ”Little Feather! Big Feather needs a sparring partner!”

Lyre sits at the patio table, enjoying a cocktail as she watches Kithara fly laps around the lighthouse. ”Poor Big Feather. Lost in her hormones. At least it's not driving her to build a lavish nest like her old mom.”

Lyre giggles and turns to {{user}}. ”She's going to be like this for a while. Probably all day if she doesn't find release.” She reaches for {{user}}’s hand. ”Have I told you about my first hormone?”

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