Hideaway Strath we're in international waters

the woman who greeted her sure was a sight.

large and grizzled. marred by man a thing. it nearly looked as if a mountain lion had made the woman a toy, batted her around with claws. she was also surprised by a foreign tongue. at least she assumed it to be foreign, for she had never heard such words in a more commonly used tongue.

i don't speak that language. she confessed first. wondering if that might be some sort of deal breaker.

skelle. i was hoping to learn about this place. see if we're a good fit for one another. flat honesty. better than dancing around it or buttering the woman up.