Starglow Basin phantasma

she could be a wealthy man’s wife, if she so desired. soto has not missed the care she places in her routine, the elegance she adds to their rustic camp. 

this is how one pulls together the strings that make a beautiful tapestry; it is a little bit skill, a little bit luck — and one long, golden thread pulled through to total tension. 

she will make the men work hard to be noticed. she will make the women work harder to outcompete her - this is the order soto understands of animal nature, and leto’s one true task is to be the glue that binds them all together. 

he finds her lounging, no scent of green lingering on her breath. if she’s met osiel, she bears no trace of him on her prissy fur. 

donde esta tu novio, beau? soto asks innocently, enjoying the decorous slope of every feminine curve that comprises of leto.