Northstar Vale artificer

deer! but not. no, they were, ugly fuckers. which then zosime wanted to ask what a fucker was, but the story was carrying on and with it her interest.

she listened closely. noted the things like swimming to help, but that it only got worse! like a big fart! she tried to hide the soft snicker in the back of her throat. lips twisted upward slightly to show off her humor with the comparison.

although suddenly the story turned. it would there that zosime found what was truly scary.

childbirth.

what smile or stifled laughs she may have had, faded at once. face suddenly pale, eyes widening in slow spread horror.

IT LOOKED?!