Silverlight Terrace I'm not my season

Oh, please, no-

When the warrior spoke, hoping to remove whatever assumptions had been made, he had not initially realized that the woman had been jesting with him. Foxfur looked to the strike of auburn on her nose and then found the lavender shade of her eyes before he issued a snort of a breath through his nose.

It’s been a long while since I have been able to journey from my home. We are a formal group, where I am from, Foxfur explained to the woman with a tired smile. I am not a stranger to the lax ways of outsiders, though. The warrior did not wish for her to have the wrong impression of him, not so soon.