Porcupine Ridge city of decay

taltos watched the lap of her pink tongue against her lips, mesmerized. he arched minutely into her touch, pleased with it, that she had deigned to reach out so to him. he took her scent as well — the firebolt smelt of water, as if she had managed to combine two elements into herself, and lasher was smitten with such.

drawing back, he found her eyes and rose, plume moving in a gentle wave to convey his amiability, and fell into a play-bow, snapping teasingly at the air, eyes bright as he urged her into sport.

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