Dragoncrest Cliffs o, weep for adonis!

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the smell of an unknown male was here, lingering on jorunn. but it was not the scent of fever or coupling. she caught sight and sense of the blood, and drew closer with a knowing look. she did not pry nor press. she only too looked out toward the sea.
"you be angry, jorunn," she murmured after a time. only an observation, and not one hung with the expectation that the granite answer.