the lay of our love - M

Thistle listened and she hummed softly, those were good names, strong names. She tilted her head and a huge yawn split her maw. She looked at him, through slatted eyes. I like those names. I like the name Kaylan and Ragna for a girl. I know they are not usual, but i like them anyway. Her eyes began to droop and another yawn split her mouth, and she dipped her muzzle down. She couldn't speak, far to tired. A slow even breathing took place, and she drifted off into dreamland.