Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

Once a month. That sounded more believable, but it was still odd to him that anyone would confine themselves so much. He started to say as much, but then she pointed out that he'd skipped introductions. Right. Tybault Medeiros, He offered easily, noticing for the first time that there were flowers in her fur. Purple flowers. Maybe she was more distracting than he'd given her credit for. Why not travel? Why not see the world? That was what he was doing, sort of. He wasn't getting much time to enjoy it.