Blackwater Islands Nevermind an SMS.

as she stood there studying the man who moved delicately, for some stupid reason val sprung to her mind. how the perfect opportunity had been there, and she had just --

her gaze flickered up, climbing the man's great length until at last, somewhere at the zenith of his mighty height, were a pair of eyes warm enough to match the soft stroke of sun. he took exactly one step - and in that step communicated all sobeille needed to know.

what kind of flowers? sobeille turned her head, sniffing the area. she was not generous enough to help for no reason, but if another opportunity presented itself...