Blackwater Islands toreador

was every man here so uncharming? the listener had given her leave to practice, yet it seemed a cruel joke as she had no one whom delighted in such ritual. belen pulled into herself and dipped her head. she could not tell if he was inquiring or deciding that this god had spoken, but opted not to argue. "it has been a while since i sang." this time she did not smile toward the dour beast. "it feels good to do it again."