Permafrost Hollows watermelon

a feminine laugh, her hand rising to delicately cover her lips.

oh, non! ee'd never zhink un loup could threaten moi. see, loup rêveur,

the queen sat herself, tail left to gesture as she spoke.

we return from a viz-it to ma winter palais and, a' iz expected, we return to a 'ouse full ouf ver-meen. what nous need from yeau, petit loup...

her regal head lowered to the natural line of his vision.

... ies to spread a messa-zhe. un décret royal.

she leaned forward, emeralds into obsidian.

zhis land zhey kno' a' dusk-faya gla-ceeh, et all wizhin eet, et all whiz border eet, ies domain ouf moi - la Reine de Feumont, très haute, très puissante et très excellente Queen.

a decisive lash, a whip's crack. her smirk sharp and eyes crescent.

et all must kno' eet.