Snowforest Taiga once was a postcard

sobeille sensed apprehension in the red-marauded stranger, but she could not pinpoint its origin. it bothered her little.

masquerade’s etiquette was altogether polite — a fresh change from the rough faces sobeille met in her travels. she flashed sobeille a smile that was appreciated but went unreciprocated.

chani be my cousin. sobeille answered; a partial truth, as sapphique’s family tree was more like a spiderweb. another peal of thunder rolled over the hills.

’ow come you are so far out, being so pregnant? where was her family of sisters to support her — and more importantly, where were her man servants to ease her of her unpleasantly pregnant disposition?