Lone Star Mountain diabolico

She chuffed at his statement. What was else was a king to do? She had always imagined them to be rather lazy things.

The strange man had a stranger way with his words, something that held her interest in him for now; the purr, the way he mimicked her pet names. My son, he nags. I thought I would get some exercise and let him tire himself out searching for me. She responds half-earnestly.

I come from the vale below. Quite the lovely sight, is it not? She nods towards the territory in which she has staked her claim. It brings her quite a bit of pride to see it thrive the way it has, even in the dead of winter it seems to glow with opportunity.