Dahozhoni Meadow I can feel it gettin' near

allowing her good-natured jostle to unbalance him, soto grins. juarez's face fades from vision, replaced by the glowing figure of verapaz' countess. they have much to be grateful for, and yet, soto is filled with worry.

his expression falls as leto's question reaches his ears. for all she'd said, she may have well presented a viper-pit for him to fling over. in some ways, he prefers the snakes.

it is not cruelty dancing in his gaze, but something else. prefieres que tus cachorros mueran de hambre para que puedas ser flaca?