Shimmering Sands fell in love over appalachain wine

lionel grinned. "looking at a real ninja here," he chuckled, thrusting out his chest in a self-deprecating flex. his glen-gaze fastened back to sonder; he took up a thoughtful look. "well my brother and sister are here now. probably gonna camp in the forest or close."
the mayfair cleared his throat, swung his tail once, began to pad along the sand. "you could hang with us, probably." gotta ask knaven, he though to himself, deferring even inwardly to the wolverine. "if you wanted."