Sun Mote Copse so[m]eone else's dream

a sparrow.

a sparrow who wore the very scent that nala had accidentally (not...wholly accidentally, she assumed) followed after.

hello, softer now, sheepish under the champagne gaze of the other woman.

sparrows are better than doves anyway. she offered, hushed breathy laughter following. her heart pumped blood to her ears, a roaring rush of adrenaline and anxiety. i didn't mean to disrupt you either way, sparrow.

a lie, really.