Dawnlark Plains From the scars on my arms

She nodded, a quick acceptance of the objects unfamiliarity in the eyes of the other.

I'm not too sure what it's for, but everything serves a purpose in some way or another. She responded I mean, it definitely makes it damn hard to get at my throat.

Yawning, she began to allow herself to relax. They were more common where I came from. Well, common in comparison to here at the very least.