The Sunspire your gentle winding mind

each time the woman spoke, her sharp voice cut deeper into mona's barely holding resolution. and the mayfair did not wish to assume the other meant such — she swallowed and attempted to answer the sunspire wolfess' questions. "he said his name was screech, but did not tell me much about this place. and no — it seems wolves of tindome have bothered you enough."
mona, having decided this was a brilliant segue, paused to let her interrogator respond.