Cerulean Cape fingers in your mouth

oh, and this coast had so many of them! perhaps she should think of luring some of them home, where she would inevitably lose interest in toying with them and playing along but at least it would be another body for stormrift.
his voice shed light into the otherwise washed-out evening; she turned towards where the honeyed baritone had come and was met with yet another fine and hale specimen. it is, she returned, moving towards him, and whose company do i have the pleasure of keeping this evening?