Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

he slid down to one elbow. "go on then, girl. follow where i left a trail; go find water'n look fer what's about." but his eyes had not left her, and he did not relax.
his turn to stare at the rabbit. it looked soft and almost alive, beheaded and downy. it turned something in him and his cunning serpent's eyes flicked back to indra.
her obedience was pleasant. but it remained to be seen if she would truly heed.
silence roiled in an unseen mist.
might be best to take that step; better him than crueler folk. and yet he was endeared with his own mercy, to let her range afield and prove herself to be mercenary as he.