“We cannot marry before both mates have reached the first full moon after their eighteenth year,” Raymond answered, thinking of Natalie, wondering what she was doing now.
“Oh my, so if you find your mate before then, you can’t mark each other?” the rabbit asked.
“No,” Raymond replied.
“But surely you can enjoy each other,” the other one commented through another yawn, and a wink.
“If you mean, intimately, no,” Raymond answered, clearing his throat awkwardly. “It is an insult to the Goddess to be mated before the age of maturity.”
Raymond looked away, searching for an escape from this conversation.
“I couldn’t handle that,” the man said, wrapping his arm around the rabbit’s waist, “I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her since we found each other.”
The rabbit laughed as the man
