Sunset Valley Harvesting

She had followed the man without hesitation.
"but my heart? you think that you know it?"
Nej, men jeg ser det. she murmured, amusement lacing her voice. Måske stræber det efter at følge rytmen af karibuernes tordnende hove, men...

With a swift nudge of her muzzle, she gestured toward the scars etched across the man’s flanks.

Disse—disse er mærkerne efter et hjerte, der engang slog for krig! she proclaimed, laughter in her tone. Jeg har intet behov for guderne til at hviske det til mig – kun et enkelt øje. she added, her mockery as light as a passing breeze.