Overture Downs musicals in winter

"uh-" saarthal had been thinking up some witty comment to sweep the stranger off her paws and make her swoon, but before a single idea could make its way through the organised chaos of her mind, the girl spoke. saarthal's first thought was: danger. because she was so friendly and so without guards or walls and that was just, just unnatural. or maybe not. saarth didn't know. nor did she particularly care...really. "not really but, better now with you in it," she cringed hard, grimacing from the sheer ugh what the fuck of it all but still somehow managed to flush a bright, piercing red at the same time, an uncomfortable heat crawling up her neck and cheek. seriously. what the shit? oh god, this is embarrassing. what the hell, kill me now.