Sly Fox Sand Dunes primera

s'ari looked perplexed. there was no other way to describe the expression on her face, and mercedes watched as she looked back and forth, wondering what was going through her head. the question that she offered was one that made mercedes smile, still bashful.

again? by now she had managed to correct her posture and was sitting up in the sand. she turned to regard the dune as if it were an imposing ski-hill; and after a second to consider it, she was on her feet again, spinning on her heel, and trying to race back up to the top.

race you there!