Sunbeam Lair mountains beyond mountains

mona, who was rather intoxicated simply by being in the vicinity of such a lovely person, did not first hear olive, only the last softly toned words. have you. the mayfair's fen-dark eyes turned toward her companion beneath the archway of loam, and whatever she could have said drifted away upon noting how olive's delicate features shone with some glow of genuine interest and gratitude.
belatedly, she recalled only by a fluke what the woman had said before, and a small smile unfurled, chasing back her burgeoninng trepidation. "i used to be scared of the dark too. my mother would take me out at night and tell me about our family; i learned to think of that even when the moon was covered." some bittersweet ticking in her heart; she put rowan aside and concentrated on not tripping in the gloom.