Lake Rodney forge

"sleeping place?" tavina asked, perhaps a little hoarsely, perhaps a little incredulously! she ducked her flaming face to look down for a moment. "it was — it was tiring, i mean. mostly all the little tasks i had to do before leaving the palace."

tavina found her blush had not abated; her pulse galloped for a severe, fierce moment. nala in various repose, nala soft and inviting and warm with their —

"lead on," she said, more steady now despite the cadence of her heartbeat.