Lion Head Mesa [m] chorro

something about her inspired an unfamiliar warmth in his cheeks. he imagined very much that that was why she was a waterdancer, a figure of desire and imagination.

the House of Gucci flourishes beautifully. he told her with a soft clearing of his throat. and yes, the throne rooms. they are glorious. the whole royal palace is. he would not be heard saying otherwise that much he could be certain of.

he entertained a cautious two steps towards her. might i invite you along with me, waterdancer? i am to lay this to dry and then clean the House of Gucci chambers. where he hoped would soon fill with the soft twinkling sounds of his Lord again.