Silver Creek epiphany

chokes on own lateness

"she is indeed," replied grayson with a wave of his tail, "soft-spoken and well-groomed." things grayson found likable in any woman. even addison, who was colder than his typically lot, he valued as a woman for these two qualities. never mind the darkness that loomed beneath her breast, addison was the definition of a woman. look at her. 

he nodded then with a smirk, though his features resembled that of a scowl. "better than anything our father would ever see," he agreed in a lofty purl, giving his sister a fond nudge to the cheek, "rosings is thankful for you, sister. i'm glad that you've returned."