Sun Mote Copse A safer car, baby smiling in back seat

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"when the snow falls," eshamun whispered, laying her muzzle along ar-khalba's strong shoulder. the unfamiliar word for the white falling flakes rested on her tongue; she was not sure if she liked it, or feared what the word mean for the malkaria. her lust was briefly replaced by great feeling of intimacy with the man, the surety of the rightness in her love for him. when? she did not know. "molech will tell you when the grove is ready," she murmured. "and then i shall come to you, and after -- you shall be our first kurvat."[/tr][/td][/table]