Hideaway Strath my name means meadow but i'm no flower

her words were spun from her mouth like the weaver does with her stolen hair.
such strong words that rang so true. oh this girl felt more emotions than her husband certainly did.
but then. that last little insult.
Sasha scoffed, trying to stifle a laugh. strong enough to handle the suffering? Sasha erupted into laughter, all while trying to hide her muzzle and stop. oh she was such a hypocrite! she'd wailed and cried, begged and screamed for some stranger, pitiful girls life and she thinks she can stand suffering.

Sasha looked away, trying desperately to stop her childish giggles. she knew if she looked at Leigh again she'd tart raucously again. best pretend she didn't exist for a few moments.
Kynareth kept his calm words sprouting like some therapist. he really had changed. or maybe he was just simping.