Whitefish River Shattering Everything

Tina couldn't help but laugh at the fiery tempered fae's words. The threat was so evenly splayed, it sounded normal on the girls tongue.
That was hot.

I like you, Mara. Seems I'm not the only one here with fire for blood. Respect.

With a casual shoulder roll, a fluid action, the wave of sheen cloaked milk chocolate cascaded in the pale light from the ice beneath them.

Names Tinashe. Or just Tina. Whichever fells just right for you.

Tina had no intention of prying into this girl's life that much, but curiosity tended to kill a girl, especially one with the interest levels of a feline.

Watcha doin out here, Mara? Hunting for snow? If so, i know a few places where we could start.

Being a smartass was fun.