Wild Berry Meadow ard alahlam

a cluck of their sweet tongue; because i am owed a great debt.

the glint of white teeth. by both you and your companion.

had he not left her to the devices of a bored courtesan? the man had spoken once of his royal plans, but when the saints had gone, the royal did not remain.

jawahir slowly rolled their smooth shoulders, stepping forward with a cautious gait. what have you done with the life i gave to you, satsu?

their eyes were no longer the honeyed expression of a practiced life. jawahir smouldered.