Porcupine Ridge stone plug

curiosity. seeking. maybe if it were a man on the edge of the shadowland, she would expose the sheen of her teeth and drive him away. a woman, however, another thing entire. polite without submission. inquiring without beggary.

her own sunflower eyes glittered. hex for now had gone. but they were not without a leader. her own sound was a flagrant confidence in the dimmed light.

joining. perhaps, but they needed no blood diamond at the head of their shadowed keep, no matter how curious muskrat had become about her as well.