Redsand Canyon i wanna be your stone, love

qiao's tongue numbed. a thrumming sensation started at the roof of her mouth.

she noted the smile arsenio wore. it was far more handsome than the sardonic smirk she had witnessed their last meeting. this one was flushed with love.

ah, love.

gross.

congratulations to you and tamar. she did not smile. her teeth were singing, rattling around in the birdcage of her jaws. the mushroom's taste faded. her mouth felt dry. i have. winter is no time for the road. i suppose you wonder what my intentions are.