Wapun Meadow waiting in my room, and i lock the door

ibis abandoned the shrew in favor of the dark male. astara snatched the tormented thing's body, and watched like a feral underling as the duo exchanged quiet conversation. the man, scarred more even than merrick, struck no note of love in astara -- she could detect protectiveness issuing forth from him, and disliked the way he looked pointedly to her as if she was in the wrong.

bristling, the girl settled the shrew between her paws and sat a distance away -- watching, lurking. she blinked once, almost owlishly, as they conversed among themselves -- and wished for the interloper to leave, so that she might resume her torment feigning as a game.