If it hadn’t been for the music starting up in the village, who knows what could have happened.

Bette and Tina jumped out of the tub and dressed in the skin outfits before bolting to the ceremony.

The ceremony had been very weird, it included hunting, fighting competitions, eating rare meat, and drinking a rare drink that not even Tina had ever tasted before.

"Bleh what is this?" Bette asked almost spitting out the drink.

"Angus says that anyone contacting the spirits must drink it," Tina said grimacing as she drank hers, "Marcus thinks it’s a drug, but I don’t feel different."

"A drug?" Bette repeated as the music picked up again, "ooo, hey we didn’t get to dance last time, come on!"

"Bette, I don’t know…"

"Come on!" Bette insisted, tugging on Tina’s arm and pulling her to the dance floor. Tina squealed her laughter as Bette tugged her into her arms and moved her around to the fast rhythm of the music.

"Hey you’re a great dancer!" Tina laughed letting Bette guide her every motion. They laughed so loud all the villagers were watching them and wondering what kind of connection they really did have.

Then the music slowed down and they started to sway. "Tina," Bette said softly looking into the blonde’s hazel eyes, "there’s something I need to say."

"Yes?" Tina said gulping in anticipation.

"This has never happened to me before," Bette said nervously, "I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. But I know what this is, and as much as I try, I can’t deny it."

Tina gulped audibly and tried to speak, but no words came out.

"Tina, I love you," Bette said her eyes filling with tears.

"Spirits," Tina sighed struggling to keep her own tears back.

"Everyone to their cabins to meditate before the calling of the spirits!" Angus announced as the music stopped and everyone headed toward their cabin.

Bette caught the drift without a translation and started walking towards the cabin. Tina was speechless, she knew she should respond to Bette’s declaration, but she couldn’t will herself to speak.

She followed Bette to their cabin trying to control her raging emotions. Bette, on the other hand, was almost hyperventalating. Her heart was pounding fast mostly because she was scared how Tina would respond not because of the confession itself.