Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

the way i guffawed when i read that line lolol

those beady i-want eyes fixed on tousaint with hunger. but he was wise to her tricks - he knew her better than most.

miette sat upon the ground in a slump, sending a small cloud of dust in a halo around them.

she was smaller than tousaint, therefore unable to overpower him. while it was arguable she was meaner and knew his soft fleshy spots, she also knew mireille was never far from them, and tousaint’s yells of protest were likely to reach their maman’s ears.

she huffed. such things required strategy - miette was full of youthful impatience, and was only just learning the conniving art of the long game.

it be very pretty. she layered on the saccharine charm, stroking the rough edges of her shark fang thoughtfully. it matches your fur! mebbe it look good against your tail. ‘old it up, lett us see?