Firefly Glen [PHE] purgatory

simple were the brushstrokes that painted her company. delicate, comely, water-bled of beige and bronze, vibrance found only in the sunstone jewels she claimed as eyes. a pelt lined the woman's shoulders, and shamura found herself captivated with it's quality. 

"please do," she announced through an equally warm smile. she moved to meet her companion, gaze a rolling ripple as it flowed from pelt to toe of the woman. 

"you must tell me the secret for such stunning fur," she praised the snowy owl as she stepped near.