I'm mated. Twice over in fact. It's sort of hard to believe. But Donovan chased me, caught me, became my mate in Weir tradition. Then we hunted and felled our prey, and returned triumphant to the castle, to be mated in Unseelie tradition. It's pretty nice. Donovan and I may not be much alike in a lot of ways, but he's a good mate for me. We're ( Read more... )