Hideaway Strath What is a good Measure of fate?

Whrist rolled her eyes "Ugh Religious wolves are stupid, you can't pour reason into a glass full of stupidity" She snorted "Don't worry 'Bella' can be smart when she needs to be" Whrist grinned using the name that the overseer had giving her to help hide her identity, then and walked up to Nyra sliding her black body along Nyra's muscular white one as she passed by

"I'll go check in with him soon" She called back before disappearing, her heart pounding with excitement at getting so close to the Warrior Woman.