Blackbeak Bluff sleepy tea

the nightingale laughed, deep and warm, as he approached. 

first his heart had skipped a beat, as he'd caught sight of the nymph a moment before the decetiful landscape sent her to plummet - then was flooded with relief to see her keep all fours on the ground ( although she, soon, let her back meet it instead ) .

helo, бисеру! he spoke with endearment, his stride languid, heavy cords swaying with the motion. ai hev sed samting, bat ai had not sin yu!

he stopped, gestured at the obstructions, then pushed the cords out of his face for the moment, so she'd see the smile in his eyes.