Porcupine Ridge [discovery: lotus spring] dirty laundry

I keep forgetting to reply to this....

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Raheerah ignored the discomfort of his skin, the uncertainty that occupied his chest and his gut, being so close to her. He would obediently do as she wished, be it hold her in his warmth or give her solitude - should she tell him to leap from the highest cliff, he probably would. Fortunately this was something that Lham did not realize. She knew naught the extent of the beast's loyalty to her. Though it wasn't so much loyalty to her as it was this image he crafted himself - not to Dawa, but to Lham. Still, it held a great deal of power. He was thankful that she was far too modest to acknowledge it.

Her response brought forth another low rumbling. "Iiiii amm not aalwaays wiithiin reeeach." The dragon answered with a huff, looking down at her before he raised his head to stare out toward the valley that cradled them. He thumped his tail in the snow and ushered another low snort before he breathed in, testing the air for scents. "Whheeeere is the monk." Raheerah spoke, still staring out across the valley.