Long ago, the fearful warrior Abiquail had finally became true to herself. Her attraction to warriors and if they were female or male. She had figured out what she disliked. Neither. And she was at peace. She never worried about the orientation ever again.

Because she met her.

Abiquail had met a sympathetic shaman named Amme (AH-mei). The introduction was a slight bit awkward.

Amme was the reason Abiquail needed time to think and figure out the mess within her mind. Why was she feeling strongly towards Amme?

This is fucking weird.

Abiquail's insides fluttered every time the shaman had laid her head upon her shoulder to have temporarily rest among her.

It drove her slightly insane.

After months and months of being around her, Abiquail finally composed herself and offered her fondness to Amme.

And Amme was happy to receive this information as she was sharing the same sentiment.

So they became one.

And Pollo kept telling her, "I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO," as she did "fucking tell her so" but no one decided to fucking listen to her so she is literally a nuisance but okay.

-Back to your regularly scheduled programming-

The relation became more special. And it made Abiquail happier.

Her issues were set aside. They didn't shout as much.

You're fucking stu-
Shut up, alright? I'm happy. Let me be happy.

Her smile was real.

Her stupid fucking retarded smile was real.

And that stupid fucking smile made other people smile.

Her fucking weirdass giggle made other people laugh.

Fuck's sake.