Redhawk Caldera things i once enjoyed just keep me employed now

At the sound, she rolled her gaze over—and was transfixed. Everything fell away. All she saw was him. She drank in his golden-brown appearance, his scarred visage—it reminded her of Mama, had they endured similar—she must ask—

But broad, and bold, and handsome. Blueberry had forgotten the hawk and its prey, had forgotten her troubles, had forgotten everything but him.

Her breath came short. Yeah, she managed, barely a whisper from her lips. She met his dark golden gaze—was anything more beautiful? She drew two more deep inhales, trying to steady herself. I wish I could. . .go'ta'tha island.

Oh, God. She was rambling. If Blueberry were human, she'd blush. Instead, she ducked her head, looking demure. Sorry, she whispered, mouth moving in indecision.