Dragoncrest Cliffs than the war-chariots of the lydians or

like sobo, mireille's interest was captured by the rabbits. while he crept closer, she followed directly behind him, perhaps stepping on the backs of his heels in her ardor.
the girl sniffed delicately at the dead face of the rabbit.
"why do it look like dat?" she inquired, tilting her head up to fix haunt with the bright summergreen of her youthful look. it was expectant, for her mothers always had an answer for all of the child's question. she anticipated that the foam-hued stranger would do the same.