Greatwater Lake duchess

the shouting could be heard for miles. rough, antagonistic, but music to the jewel's ears all the same.
through the rain prowled jawahir, seeking the sounds at first, then the bone-white woman. so peculiar—but in a breath-taking way.
my sweet, has no-one taught you how to hunt? such noise! best to save that for the main event. a wry curl to their lip gives the impression of sharp humor, but also warning.