Starglow Basin phantasma
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she could be a wealthy man’s wife, if she so desired. soto has not missed the care she places in her routine, the elegance she adds to their rustic camp. 

this is how one pulls together the strings that make a beautiful tapestry; it is a little bit skill, a little bit luck — and one long, golden thread pulled through to total tension. 

she will make the men work hard to be noticed. she will make the women work harder to outcompete her - this is the order soto understands of animal nature, and leto’s one true task is to be the glue that binds them all together. 

he finds her lounging, no scent of green lingering on her breath. if she’s met osiel, she bears no trace of him on her prissy fur. 

donde esta tu novio, beau? soto asks innocently, enjoying the decorous slope of every feminine curve that comprises of leto.
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She hears Soto's footsteps, greeting him with a smile before he speaks.

He speaks in his tongue that she is yet to fully understand, Leto finding that her full attention is required to pick up on the words. Beau has taken the time to teach her, and she has picked up some on her own from her eavesdropping.

It takes her a moment, but then a giggle sounds from her throat as she comes to understand what he has said. El es un amigo. A friend, nothing more.

It is a good question, of course. Where has Beau gone? She had not seen him leave, and he had not told her of any trips. Hunting, she assumes. He must not be far.
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only a friend? his eyes snap back from the hungry roving of her body’s soft plains. 

is this what beau believed? just friends?

ah. soto grins, resisting the urge to lay aside her. 

instead his gaze travels to the stone quarters, reflecting but saying nothing further.
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She watches his eyes, the way the snap away from her. For a brief moment, she frowns.

¿No te quedarás? Her words were unsteady, lacking skill. She tilts her head, eyes attempting to search his as she awaits his answer.

Beau is not here, she has been left on her own. Her trip to the coast had given her more then enough time alone, she wished to avoid it where she could.
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