Duck Lake And the blisters on my lips

i will always be around, if you need me, rala promised, a frown upon her face. calfuray was a friend who she did not want to see leaving so soon, but rala knew that it was not up to her whether the woman left or not. promise me that we will speak again? her tail was low by her hocks, still, lacking its usual sway.

rala would let her go, but it would be painful, like ripping bandages from skin.