Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

Bing-i! What the hell was that just now?!

— “Huh? What’s wrong, Father? Don’t humans do it this way too? That’s how we do it.”

At my panicked outburst, Bing-i tilted his head innocently.

The little brat was clearly using his species’ mating customs—probably those of his sister Seol—as his frame of reference.

I’d assumed, foolishly, that since he’d lived so closely with us, he’d adopt human norms. That was my mistake.

“Ranghu, n-no, that’s not what he meant—”

I tried to correct Bing-i’s utterly outrageous suggestion, but before I could even finish—

Ranghu nodded in understanding, like she’d heard something profound.

— Bzzz? Bzzzzz.

“R-Ranghu!”

And then, before I could say another word, she zipped straight out the open window, her wings humming angrily as she shot off toward Hwa-eun’s quarters.

Gyaaaah!