Redsand Canyon i won't go down your blushing bride

aside from pointing out the obvious, the male reaffirms his status as donovan's bitch. he's annoying, a trait that reminds her of vanity and her annoying challenges. the woman rises, moving to step off the boulder. her right forelimb takes the brunt of her weight first, and there is a slight hitch in the distribution of her weight as her back limbs meet the canyon floor, a familiar burn. but she has endured so much worse, and her expression does not shift.

"are we done?" deadpans the melonii, coming to a halt just in front of the man. it will take more to draw at the deep reservoir of hate she'd etched out in her time on the isle, but she lingers on the surface of it.