Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

likewise, lasher regarded peregrine as quite lovely in his aesthetics. he had long accepted that there could surely be nothing betwixt them -- he was content to merely love the panther from afar, and perhaps share in these little interludes from time to time. peregrine's deep tones caused the druid to glance his way. he had never understood the stance upon names that the ruby took. of course, he knew that there was a biological reason for such -- it seemed a true waste to him nevertheless.

however he was eager to hear the titles -- he smiled at the devil. "surely they are avian in nature," he assume gently, given the other's upbringing.