Blackfeather Woods why you get loose, get loose, get low, get low

funny interesting. the seaborn girl supplied, dark eyelids drawing to a close.

she reached into her mind with measured breaths. besides her she sensed shirin’s body, the sussuration of body heat emanating out into the world. suddenly, the air between them turned cold — and shirin spoke in a manner almost fractured.

sobeille opened one eye, and then another in reptilian interest. nothing? ‘ow so?

drawn to this woman, sobeille talked to her for some time. they shared tidbits of each other’s lives, life experiences and stories — sobeille found her fascinating albeit flighty at times. eventually, the press of the road informed her it was time to go — she said her farewells, collected her things, and continued east.