Noctisardor Bypass Wander

She wound around him, two tone fur with two tone fur, meshed and weaved. At the mention of her sister a sad longing began. She wanted Anja here with them now. Anja is the best for me.

He gazed at her with pretty eyes. Pale, as sweet flowers she loved them. Wildflowers and winsome, days of folly they reminded her.

Her ears slid back. I try. Try. You is kind too. her accent momentarily tripping her up.

She peered outside. I can, but not today. Today she echoed sadly.