Duck Lake and we'd break under the weight of any pain that ever came in this life

well, well; this is intriguing. she expects friendliness from the woman and instead gets cold pragmatism, an orderly choice of words that masks the true feeling behind them. a battle of wits, as it were. tashkent smiles wider, a small chuckle rolling off her tongue as she regards the stranger with mirth dancing in her gaze.

do i seem the type of woman to take 'no' for an answer? she parries, tilting her head slightly. i only wished to make friends, äyel. i saw you from afar and thought you might need one, too.

her ears cant far forward, her eyes big and guileless all of a sudden, like twin seafoam moons. am i wrong? tasha asks, her tail swishing behind her.