Qeya River She can ruin your faith with her casual lies

colt was tickled. this showed in the roguish ghost of a smile on his mouth as he glanced toward sakhmet.
the kid was right. she was. colt likened her to a single flame crossing a prairie. provoke that flame and it turned into a flatland brushfire.
he wondered if she would catch fire and scorch today. unlikely. she had kids of her own, and so she possessed a patience with them colt did not.
he was silent. sakhmet's go.