Sunbeam Lair ❝merintel tirië nissi, híni i artassen mí tárë oronti,❞

permission to pass maq!
tiny tiny post lmao sorry

If there were any qualms to be shown with the so-named Bhediya's declination of supper, it was not writ upon the silver's face. As far as the telling of such a claim as theirs, the specter smiled gentle:  "Courtfall,"  absently looking aside to the quiet Andromaque,  "for refuge must lie somewhere, should it not, when ze winters are so very near, no?"  The winter winds — and the whelps that would too come out of it. Then:  "Might you have such a claim, whereabouts, of your own? For when ze cold is to come?"