Shadewood ivy is taking over your sideboard

the woman was uncomfortable, which appealed to zharille's baser instincts. she liked when women cowed to her, and when worthy men made good choices in her favor. the way the young woman went on and on was a little off-putting, and when she mentioned staking a claim—zharille gave a derisive snort and began to withdraw. first her attention, then her presence.

my place is far from here. she gave the other woman another once-over with her eyes, appraising, full of judgement. as she began to move off along the river's edge she seemed less and less interested in the quality of man that masquerade had chosen; he was not here, and zharille wasn't about to hunt for him.

east? she did not know cardinal directions, and paused, snaking a look to masquerade for clarification.

maybe she would find a worthy man by seeking these places.