Blackfeather Woods why you get loose, get loose, get low, get low

the girl spoke boldly and in a sort of argot that shirin was unfamiliar with, but did not find unpleasant.

ise- she stuttered and stopped herself. akh, how do you fuck that up? it's been three seconds.

she gathered the scattered pieces of her attention with a strained breath. when she felt steady enough she released the grip with a shaky, self-deprecatory laugh and a tight flick of her ears.

i am shirin, the muted light glimmered on the moist gutter between her lip and lower teeth. why do you carry all those bones?

through a wince, please tell me if you mind me asking.

she spoke as if anticipating verbal, perhaps even physical punity.