Blacktail Deer Plateau thin flames underneath my skin

that was all. she felt his dismissal, implied or projected, and gave a nod. there was more to say, but she had spoken of enough prying things. rosencrantz she wished to feel welcomed within rusalka, part of their inner workings, but who was to say he himself desired it?
"t'ank you," she murmured, smiling once before she began to take a circular route home, though if he spoke, she would stop, would listen with shut muzzle this time.