Blacktail Deer Plateau A witch of a witch of course

His laughter was like a warm cozy den, or a happy lark upon the air. It suited him of a full body nature. Lively. She liked it and for a brief moment, she wondered what she sounded like when laughter took her on it's wings. It was not often.

She thought on his words and dipped blue eyes downward. This is true. Though I refuse to choose life or death. I will fight for their life, but if  I cannot win. I will send them to sos with gifts.