Chapter Thirteen
Jisp was in love.
Iyamar’s Jisp-a-like form had been attractive, undoubtedly, but Jisp’s response to it seemed far out of all proportion to Teyo. The little orange creature had taken to following Iya around, mewling plaintively, until Iya gave up and shapeshifted. Jisp’s extreme joy on beholding the object of her affection fell somewhere between heart-warming and befuddling, Teyo felt, with some annoyance. After all, he and Jisp had been friends for a long time and she’d never felt that way about him. (Not that he wanted her to; that would be awkward. But still).
Iyamar didn’t seem to mind, and since they were both ladies, there was no chance of a litter of tiny Jisps arriving anytime soon. Teyo hoped that it would help Iya grow more comfortable with her shapeshifter ab
