Lion Head Mesa armor

budding romance, bonded in ways treva could not pretend to understand. a bard and a doctor. a near fairytale story of some sorts.

tavina spoke from the mind now and treva could only offer a warm look of approval as she picked up the fur, placed it partially over her shoulders.

i think you're on the right path. she confessed, green eyes mindful of any features on tavina. you spoke of a school once. you give akashingo a great wealth of knowledge.

she trailed off for a moment, eyes briefly fluttered to the snoring form of a daughter and son.

i can speak on behalf of things now.

she waited with greedy eyes and ears.