Lion Head Mesa [ wp ] lost in love

had they been capable of it, the chihuahua would've offered his arm. the way they were, he merely kept close and pranced at an accelerated rate, for her convenience.

"mm, 's a good partay. gooood partay." he mumbled, as conversation filler, while the mother looked. "reed's're fram th' rivah, clay too b't lil' bit downstream, 's is th' fish, al-though he ain't got much good fishermen. berries plucked in th' meadow, deer caught 'n th' steppys, furs, furs ah think we trade for but ah might've misheard, honey..." gucci yawned, and unintentionally hard reset his brain.

"...wha's ah talkin' 'bout? mm, anyways. miss- reyyv'n? 's tha' ah shoul callja? miss reyv'n teya, wa'... couldja tell 'e o' princess lie-lie-too?"