Overture Downs musicals in winter

and here she was, back again. wait, had she been here before? saarth grimaced. what was she even doing? wandering around, going in circles. what was the use of having a mission if she knew deep in her heart that she had no intentions of completing it? might as well give up. saarthal always prided herself in having absolutely no illusions of herself, good or bad, but - ugh.

the girl huffed, breath pouring from her lips in the form of wispy smoke as she exhaled sharply. it was in that moment that movement caught her eye in the quiet edge of her vision. saarthal turned slowly and then wow, she's pretty. "hey," saarth blurted out, paws already moving in the general direction of the stranger. it crossed her mind, briefly, that this might be dangerous but the possibility was flung out of her head the moment it arrived. after all, if saarthal was going to die, it might as well be from the paws of this hot stranger.