Blacktail Deer Plateau this is my story, this is my song

the strange accent made erzulie difficult to understand, but ying made an earnest attempt. her ears slowly folded back against her head as the woman continued to speak. instead of focusing on the confusing pronunciations, she kept her gaze settled on the border's path.

when her companion was finished, ying replied, yeah! she made a small leap to aid her feigned agreeance but was quick to return to her work. you very nice, she told erzulie, my new border friend.