Ember frowned, back to confusion. Her mother didn't really know or she'd already be dragging her out the door to the Sept. But she hadn't done anything with anyone for simply ages. She'd barely even kissed... Who was it? Oh that lovely boy with the pretty hair.
"But, mother, I don't do anything shameful! I'd be the laughingstock at court if I didn't even kiss a boy when they play at cloven fruit. I-I can try though, I suppose, but they'll all think I'm old fashioned and no one will talk to me, and do you know how humiliating it is to have to sit in a corner like Eva always does? I know father doesn't like us to flirt even when we're dancing but how can you not even look at your partner!"