Sunset Valley dreams

her eyes drift casually along the lines of his body as he stands, and then snap away as movement catches her gaze. a blur of reds and blacks and whites—

and suddenly she is accosted, and she steps back quickly, chin raised in affront, bristling at the foreign touch.

who—

her nose has yet to adjust. a familiar smell beneath her, yes. . .

indigo eyes dart;

taking in each shape;

mack, she whispers, the single syllable clicking on tongue and teeth.

her. . .daughter? yes?