Dragoncrest Cliffs a woman young and old

i'd say you're very welcome here, but boss mireille... lmaoo i'm sorry caracal is just a filthy BOY

Cruel felt like an understatement. Though she supposed the sea had shown her mercy as well. Things very easily could have gone the other way.

A morbid, relieved laugh bubbled up in her throat, then was quickly cut off by a fit of coughing as she choked on the vinegary remnants of bile and saltwater trapped in her throat. She tried to stifle her hacking when another voice called out.

Feebly, she tried to see who was there in the cold mist. Her tail wanted to wag at the idea of more help, but she simply didn’t have the strength. Besides this, the autumn corsair did not seem as inclined. She was confused by the ardent refusal but felt protected and warm all at once. It stood to reason that her attendant was not familiar with the voice. She looked on helplessly.

Her stomach flip-flopped uncomfortably. She belched, loudly and painfully, then spit to alleviate the sour taste in her mouth. The drenched girl noisily attempted to clear her throat, maintaining the wherewithal to look embarrassed. She swallowed thickly; everything burned, and she grimaced, unable to respond.