Duskfire Glacier fragonard

mm, yet iet must be... lonely, for you.

on her back, she pressed on the pink of one palm, seeking imperfections in the sharpness of her weapons. the aristocrate wasn't spared another glance once his presence was confirmed.

zhink it may benefit you, to travel farzher - boot, that comes after.

the queen shifted onto her side, propping her chin on the inspected hand.

tell me, does toi know anyzhing of zee... ah, was zee word, not clo'der...

lash of tail, snap of fingers.

pack! yes, one by zee river, down beneeth us.