Dragoncrest Cliffs in a black four-seater

i can take nights,

and she meant to hear no protest on it, in the softness of her voice. let her toil the evening hours. let her spend the daylight next to erzulie's peace.

but, oh, speak of her love. one astray and one beneath. she had meant to be mother with both. that had always been the intent.

i do not know, and she meant it. a soft press of her lips together. is it the time?

she looked to the redhead as leader now.