The Sunspire your gentle winding mind

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it was not long before mona was approached by who she assumed to be a leader of sunspire; she put on her best smile and lowered her stance in deference. the ash and black that pelted the woman reminded her shyly of nathaniel, but the striking eyes in the stern face haunted the mayfair with their intensity.
and the question put to her was not one the fire-girl could have ever anticipated. she gawked in a most uncharitable manner at the woman, ears trembling upon the hiss that the sunspire wolf had thrown upon the word boys. what boys? regretting very much her impulsive decision to come, mona blinked. "what?" and it was quite clear she was either stupid, or woefully unware of the goings-on among tindome's youth.