Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

ajei was unsettled. her small paws drew patterns into the sand, her brow creased in what sobeille could only assume was heavy thought.

an intrusive side of the girl wished to dash her paw across the drawings — but she did not do it.

de men in saffique be treated very well. not that there were many. sobeille could only think of two: val and svalinn. she did not count her siblings or cousins.

but sobeille grew tired of this topic. she hardly cared for men - why let them dominate her conversations? ajei, what do you want to be when you grow up?