It wasn't unheard of, but it was uncommon to find a virgin her age in her village. A society of people where fighting and dying was just part of 'the daily grind'? People moved fast, fell in love fast, married fast. If you managed to live to old age, it was a wonder. If you died young, you were brave. Rawnie had no plans yet. She lived day by day, because that was all she could do. She didn't plan for a future, because she never knew if she would have one.
Rawnie was comfortable with this, him, them, here, now. She didn't really consider the importance of a 'first time'. It didn't really register with her like it might for other girls. But she was happy. Lorane was a good man, a good warrior. She respected him, cared for him. This was as natural as breathing.
She gave him a kiss on the top of his head as encouragement.
"Go slow," she advised, "You're still injured."
[member="Doctor Azure"]