Fiona opens her eyes and looks up at the ceiling. Her room, not her room any more, but it was her own room four years ago. Four years! She takes a deep breath and stretches.

"Good Morning?"

Fiona props her head up and puts on her glasses. "Good Morning." She can't help smile at her tall naked wife carrying a tray of food.

"I am glad you woke up on your own. I dreaded being the one to spook your slumber."

Alaya lays the tray down and pulls the blanket around the two of them. "This blanket was a good idea."

Fiona grabs her tea and recalls the night before. "Last night ..."

"Yes?"

"It was lovely."

"I didn't break you?"

Fiona stands up, checks her body for marks or broken bones. "What about my back?" She spins around, "Are there marks?"

"No, you have no marks." Alaya replies with relief.

"It was ..." Fiona sits back down to cocoon herself with the blanket and her wife. "Nothing I would have imagined. There isn't a book out there to warn ... no, prepare me for such an experience."

Alaya is quiet.

Fiona take a bite of her toast, chews and then sips her tea. "Do you have any questions?"

Alaya giggles, "I am not your staff or your student." She places her chin on her wife's head, "I have to know, did you enjoy yourself? Have concerns? Didn't like something? Do you ..."

Fiona puts down her tea and swivels around to face her wife. "My dear ... it was absolutely amazing. I am the luckiest woman in the universe. You took me to a whole new lever of intimacy. No wonder your mothers can't keep their hands off each other." Fiona cups her wife's face, "Did you hesitate or reign yourself on my account?"

"Almost but this might be my only chance to show my love to you in my own way."

"That is a problem."

"Please tell me, I can make adjustments."

"I now have expectations of my wife. Have you truly controlled yourself all this time?"

Alaya nods yes.

"Have you grown tired of dampening your desires?"

Alaya nods yes.

"Are you looking for permission to be more Silurian in our marriage?"

Alaya eyes open wide, "I would."

"I appreciate you waiting for permission, but please be yourself. I love your Silurian side. Why do you think I watch you and your mother spar? Do you think I was watching Mother Vastra? I find your grace my spiritual awaking and your body wonderfully made. You are my wife." Fiona smiles, "I give you full liberty to be the Silurian wife to me. I don't want you to control yourself around me, that is just nonsense."

Alaya smiles, "Thank you."

Fiona gives her wife a cup of tea and sits up to drink her own. "How do you feel inside most of the time?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you feel more Silurian, more human or half?"

"It depends."

"When you are around me?"

"It depends."

Fiona rolls her eyes, "Before last night, what kind of wife did you feel yourself to be?"

"Half-Silurian and half-human. Constantly fluctuating between the two. Trying to figure out what to do or not to react."

'What about this morning?"

"I feel ..." Alaya sits a bit taller, takes a breath in, "I feel Silurian."

"That is wonderful. Fluctuating between two identities isn't isolated to your. Everyone feels pulls as to what is expected and what they want. I see no reason you should not be my Silurian wife. Do you?"

"None." Alaya smiles. She flicks the air to taste the intimacy.

"What did you taste?"

Alaya strokes her wife's cheek, "Our scent remains, I smell the tea and jam. When we have intimate conversation, it is as if an invisible rope wraps around each other, to bind us forever. It tastes like ... a library."

"A library? Mmm, I like that and it makes sense. Last night was something so pure almost as if time stopped. We are making our own history."

Alaya nods and smiles with a closed mouth.

"Did you want to taste the air again?"

Alaya nods.

Fiona touches her wife's lips, "I expect you to be my Silurian wife. Taste the air, our emotions, life around us ... please. No more hesitations. No more control."

Alaya smiles big showing her teeth and licks the air.

"How do you feel around your Mother Jenny?"

"I feel my human side. I feel like my body settles down and relaxes."

"I don't relax your body? I sound very demanding?"

Alaya strokes her wife's cheek and frowns, "I did not mean that. You relax me, but you are my Fiona. Didn't you feel different around your mother?"

Fiona nods yes and takes a bite of her almost cool toast. "I miss that feeling."

Alaya licks the air and looks sad, "I am sorry."

"What have you tasted?"

"The first was doubt and then I tasted you remembering your mother."

Fiona lights up, "What does my mother taste like?" Fiona closes her eyes and remembers their long walks along the shores on the Isle of Mull.

Alaya strokes her wife's cheek, "Your memory tastes like hot chocolate with a bit of spice."

"Oh, that is nice. I like your interpretations. ... I would like to know how do you feel around your Mother Vastra?"

Alaya smiles disappears, "I feel half-Silurian."

"She would be the first to tell you that it is accurate. But when you are with me you feel more Silurian?"

"Yes, I feel whole."

"Oh, I see. Most people feel a constant need for a particular parent's favour and attention. Do you feel like you fall short?"

"Don't you see how hard I try? I hang on every word she utters, to my own silence. I try to prove to her that I am equal to my aunts and those from her tribe. Sometimes I think she just sees my humanity. She looks into my eyes and doesn't see my Silurian self."

"You do have your mother's eyes. Those powerful brown eyes melt me. I imagine the constant reminder of your mother having a direct affect on your training. Have you thought about blindfolding her so she can only feel you? Maybe she will sense the strong Silurian side vs the visual human traits."

"I like that idea. I wish I was brave enough."

"Aren't we exercising this morning?"

Alaya looks to the windows, "Soon. I brought your clothing to change."

Fiona quickly stands and to put on her clothes. The door opens and in walk in the mothers. "Oh!" Mother Jenny turns around.

Alaya quickly yells, "Mother Vastra boundaries."

Vastra slowly faces the wall.

Fiona turns her body around, gets dressed while her whole body blushes pink. "I am sorry. I took long to get dressed."

"Oh it is alright dear." Mother Jenny kindly responds talking to the wall.

"Now we see what turns our daughter's head. Her springy red hair is everywhere."

"Vastra!"

Fiona's face has exploded in red all the ways to her ears.

Alaya smiles, "You okay?"

Fiona buttons up her shirt and pants, "I am decent." She decides on not wearing shoes, like her wife. Fiona looks down at her wife's feet and works her way up to the brown eyes. She whispers, "Beautiful."

Alaya licks the air, she tastes her wife and pulls her in a passionate embrace.

Fiona has become weak kneed. "My dear you are a powerful kisser."

"Everyone get into their positions." Reminds Mother Vastra.

Everyone takes their stance and the morning ritual begins. Their morning workout schedule continued as usual, except when it came to Alaya and Vastra.

"Mother, may I request something?"

"Of course."

Alaya goes to the cabinet and brings out a long black cloth. She goes over to her mother, wraps the cloth around until Alaya is satisfied her mother is unable to see her brown eyes. "It is an experiment."

"Interesting. What is is hope?"

"To learn more about being Silurian."

Mother Vastra nods.

Alaya and Vastra spar, but this time Vastra is licking the air constantly to locate her daughter. Alaya is careful not to let her body make a sound as she moves stealthy around the mat. She attacks. Vastra counters and Alaya is on the ground.

Mother Vastra begins to take off the blindfold,

"No. Please keep it on until our time is completed." Alaya stands and look to her wife with a smile.

"If you feel that this material is my disadvantage you are mistaken."

Alaya works around again and attacks a successful blow. Vastra attacks and her blow is successful but harder than usual.

Round and round the Silurian battle hard and Alaya has become stronger with each failure and attempts to remember her successes.

The sparing goes way into the next hour.

"I believe we need to eat and start our day," Mother Jenny says to her wife when there is a break.

Mother Vastra stands, "May I eat full sighted?"

"Yes, mother." Alaya goes over and unties the blindfold and returns it to the cabinet before she makes discloses her brown eyes to her mother. "I got more out of that session than I have in a long time."

Mother Vastra, "Yes, it was good. I felt my blood move faster. We should do that more often. Next time you are blindfolded."

Alaya nods yes with her back to her mother.

"What were you hoping with the blindfolds?"

Alaya takes a deep breath and closes the cabinet, she turns around and looks into her mother's deep blue Silurian eyes, "I wanted you to spar with me."

"How was this different?" Mother Vastra tilts her head trying to understand.

"I am your Silurian daughter."

"Half-Silurian half-human daughter," as Mother Vastra looks into the brown eyes reminding herself and those present.

"I am your Silurian daughter. Treat me as such. Until you can see me for who I truly am, our sessions you will be blindfolded." Alaya smiles and walks downstairs with her wife. "May I have more than five mushrooms?"

"Of course." Fiona.

Mother Vastra is left stunned and turns to her wife, "What was that?"

"That was your daughter talking to you. Did you fight differently today?"

"I was blindfolded and needed to adjust. I concentrated on her scent and her location."

"How is that different than all those other times?"

"I was ..." Vastra looks to her wife, "I was training your daughter."

"Well, Vastra your daughter doesn't want that kind of sparing. She wants you to spar like you have with your sisters. Are you able to make that adjustment."

"Yes, but I believe the blindfold will help my transition. We named her appropriately. My sister Alaya was a tough warrior, I wanted to be just like her."

"Well our, your Alaya wants to be like her Silurian mother."

Vastra licked the air. " Lets go eat."

Jenny pulls her wife down and kisses her. "I am proud of our family. Do you truly believe we are ready for more?"

Vastra picks up her wife, "My dear Jenny Flint, shall we ever be truly ready?"

During breakfast the Mothers announce their decision to no longer take the injections.

Fiona jumps up and down with glee. Alaya enjoys her human wife and even more that she can be her Silurian self 'no matter the color of their children's eyes I will be their Silurian mother. I hope I do not require a blindfold to see their spirit.'

Alaya looks to her Mother Vastra. "Alaya, maybe we both should be blindfolded. You tongue will become more sensitive."

"Not yet. I like your training today. When I am ready, I shall wear the blindfold."