Otatso Wetlands [m] dans cho

beautiful in another way, and mireille saw the mien of his features first. she thought of the seawolf; she smiled to see that the earth goddess and the saltmagick had brought her another pretty man, neither of them boasting the musculature of previous consorts.
lovely eyes.
this year, she found herself more appreciative of their looks; she would not remember their voices nor their names, but perhaps she might recall a face when it surfaced in her pups.
a sharp sound; mireille turning to race between the frozen tendriling streams.