Rising Sun Valley Stain Glass Upon The Ground

Inkeri smiled softly, green eyes gentle in the light. I agree. Agree. But we were a pack of traditions and long lines. To them, we marred them, even if it were not our choice. Choice.

Inkeri shifted in the water, the gentle lapping sound, lulling her into a small sense of security. However, long it would last.

Thank you. I am too. Too.