Sly Fox Sand Dunes arid

"good," he purrs, a quiet thing, low and indulgent. she is willing, eager, but untouched by the true weight of her words.

innocent.

how fun.

samir chuckles, soft as shifting sand, and turns, his stride fluid, expectant. samir would have fun unfurling her, seeing what might unravel.

"come, hemetu," he laughs softly to her, and leads her into the hearth of vahanet. where she would serve—him, and his wife; both in completely different ways.