Horizon Ridge cast away in time

smoothing out the rest of her flared fur, sobeille turned back to vermouth. his gaze was elsewhere; she visually followed the distant line and found nothing in their surroundings that could possibly be more interesting than her.

she suppressed a snort. were her season upon her she might find his goals potentially aligning with hers' - save the first bit.

is dat so? sobeille kept this in the back of her mind before examining his features, apprising the stock in which he came from. she did not know him well enough to detect any falsehood. what you be lookin' for in a lady?