Shadowwyn Moor a stately pleasure dome decree

"wrxïn it is, then," tasha spits, snorting as the girl turns and pads away. she is wasting her time here. "best of luck with that attitude, dumb child."

with a sweep of her tail, tashkent moves to walk the other direction, curious as to whether the pup will follow. if she had to bet on it, though. . .she'd wager she will be alone when she leaves the muddy lands, having not gotten a word out of the wrxïn.