Dragoncrest Cliffs a wasting of my time

the auburn woman, resting along a tree.

it warmed her greatly and she wasted no time in joining her.

back turned to the world so she may face rosalyn. she could not stop the near girlish look upon her face, or the way her tail tapped against the cold earth. tentatively she reached in, wondering if rosalyn might be open to accepting any form of affection so boldly.