Starglow Basin And now to sing this lovely ballad,

there is a woman interloping their western boundary.

at first soto mistook her for safiya and his heart leapt; but the gait is wrong and the fur too sultry in its golden tones. this one is someone else.

the wind is fair and carries her scent to him; no trace of muat-riya or its hundred-fold army.

estas invadiendo. he calls to the woman, noting the faint smirk on her face and the moody way she tosses her hair.

she must want to be found. why?