Rising Sun Valley too metal

what can i say? i'm a sucker for an ebony thread.

The man's voice matched that of the openly announced bachelor, and Fiona knew she'd found her mark. He was handsome in an unremarkable way. He had reddish-brown fur, a white marking across his back, and unsettling dark eyes that stared back at her. In stark contrast to the two men she had been spending most of her time with, this man oozed confidence.

Fiona retracted her previous thought: this man was nothing like Anselm.

The witch smiled back in return, glad that the herbs continued to do their work and keep her fertility at bay. And yet, she knew of the relief that could come with such an act, even if it did not result in children. She had been in such an "all work and no play" mode these past few months, perhaps letting of a little bit of steam would do her some good. Clear her head.

She would not move away if he approached her.