Firestone Hot Springs I wanna see the world when I stop breathing

“I tend to trust my nose more often than not.” His demeanor was so open and welcoming that Rosalie found it easy to relax, her tail swaying gently behind her. She offered him a small shrug, better to listen to your senses she figured.

The woman hesitated in a response to his question, mostly because she didn’t want to trample the mood with her own broken heart. “I was looking for someone.” Was the best she could come up with, my dead family, the thought came hovering on the end of her sentence. Her gaze quickly flicked the her paws, the only indication that she wasn’t speaking the entire truth. But it was only a moment and her gaze lifted once more. “But your water feature is nice as well.” She offered her smile returning, yet not quiet reaching her eyes.