Redsand Canyon i wanna be your stone, love

it was her mistake to not be abundantly clear. arsenio's confusion was well-read, and supplemented then by an unsure smile. qiao laughed -- and while her smile was toothsome, her laughter was free of mockery.

"not a child of my own blood, no. a child of someone else's. his price -- hmm -- his price is my loyalty, and my presence here." qiao's brow rose in an expression of confidentiality: "he may think a child a steep price, but it is my services that are costly."