Sly Fox Sand Dunes why does thou sit upon my grave

he had her measure already. she was one of those who thought they knew it all and spoke to others accordingly. he'd dealt with them many times in life; patience and a sense of humor were key to dealing with their insufferable high-handedness.

then again, maybe he just hated women.

¡¿pero por qué?! he asked, somewhat dramatically, in reply to her first sentiment. his already smiling face drew wider into a grin. me gustan las sorpresas.

he lifted his chin, mulling his next response. so, miss, coatl continued, slipping into the tongue he'd found more common as he'd traveled this way. the second word escaped almost as a breath, a hiss. what can you tell me about this land?