Noctisardor Bypass these waterslides

it did; her eyes closed and before long she was leaning against druid, trying to reacquaint herself with what it meant to be touched and loved and protected.
it would take some time; she was suddenly frustrated by the dewing of teardrops on her lashes once more.
"he doesn't say much, does he?" heda commented with no malice. "i know i've done enough talking for a lifetime. maybe here i can really shut up and —" rest.