Lion Head Mesa Switch my whip, came back in black

skippable!

a speck among the horizon.

then two. one a familiar form and the other a stranger. akashingo had seen a bustling of bodies it felt within the last few days.

there was a fierce need to storm the scene and soak the attention, ride the waves of the social tsunami. yet restraint was key as well and she turned to take off another direction. unless summoned directly.