Big Salmon Lake With our eyes wide open

as soon as pressure was lifted, the nightcub was on her feet. she flicked an ear as she heard the woman’s inquiry, leveling her with a rather indifferent stare. 

astara had never spoken — and likely never would. words were as insensate and meaningless to her as time’s influx on a stone. with no answer to give, the melonii slunk off, eager to find drink after so invigorating a wrestling session.