Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

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Stories clouded her mind, images of how the stars looked if they were to life. It would be curious if one were to mix the stories, maybe it was not Orion that slain medusa but the bull, Taurus? What if she was not slain at all, what if they had left her be? Even with her mind clouded she heard his approach, the same shifting with each step.

His words came and her mismatched eyes fell from her silent companions, his form becoming silvery in the moonlight that highlighted her own body with ease. She had not meant to but a smile came in return to his own, warm and welcoming. "I am doing alright, my Lord, a bit restless. How about yourself?" She spoke smoothly, adding his title as a fun additive.