Bearclaw Valley fruitless

laurel did not relent. mona remained as she was for a short while, but begin to feel the moments ticking into a feeling of discomfort. the tension of the leader's body shouted i do not want this, or so it did to the young mayfair. slowly she drew aside, maintaining some contact with laurel until at last mona stepped aside and looked sideways at the woman, wholly confused and stricken with worry.