Swiftcurrent Creek i'm gnashing my teeth like a child of cain

last from me! i love these two, always a joy <333

I'm not preening, smartass, her face scrunches as her expression contorts into something like a dimly lit smile. you just doubt yourself.
Maybe she should take a page from her own book.
He promises to find them and Wren cannot help but feel an itch of dread beneath her skin. What would they do if they were discovered? What would she say if she saw their faces again? How would she be able to contain the bitter red fury that surged at the very thought—
No, I think I'm okay, but thanks. she lets out a chuff as her tail bristles and flicks, covering now her heels.
And she saw it. She saw it when that flicker of cadmium rested upon her lips. Decidedly, now, she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep; to pretend as if she wasn't boiling hot and frigid, to pretend as if she didn't ache in body and mind.
Try not to worry too much about me, eh, ragazzone? You've got enough on your plate. I'll live. and she would; she would.