Qeya River The gentle ones can't handle me, the rough ones despise me

Sadey eyed him with her pretty grey eyes and chuckled. You say one thing and do another. Your cheeks redder than an apple in autumn.

She chuckled again and shook her head. I'll believe you for now, Lestan. Only fer now.

She shook her head. I'm wounded not dead. I can get back thank you very much. Sides. I'm enjoying the night air. You be safe yew hear

She settled more firmly to her stomach and lay her head along her paws. She would revel in the quiet that settled around her. And let her mind wander, just a bit. Maybe visit that which she hadn't visited in some time.