Firestone Hot Springs η μάγισσα

Passing through, I suppose. Was his answer, plan and simple. He had nowhere to go, and nowhere to be. The steam is a nice break, but not a territory I wish to claim. He found it to grow overwhelming after a short time. He wanted something more broad, open space and rocks flat for sunning.

But now settled into a conversation, he said himself a respectable distance from her. Can I ask your name? He asked, offering his own in advance. You may call me Cinar. For the first time in.. well, ever, he left out the title of 'shazhada' in his introduction. It had no merit here.

The steam admittedly felt rather pleasant as it surrounded his fur. The warmth was a comfort.