Shy Deer Steppes I was visiting my sister in Scottsdale.

Me neither, and she breathed in her sister's smell, too, relishing each molecule of it. And as she stood here, and took in Arielle, her figure turned to cowardice.

She couldn't tell her.

She's happy.

Lilitu pulled back, eyes brimming. Her lips spoke of nothing but good things.

Deceitful.

Ought Arielle to know? But it would spoil her peace.

They parted, words unsaid;

It would weigh on her until they met again;

But at least Arielle would be happy.

Right?