5/7/2025, 2:39 AM
sweet apple scent.
flecks of deer-fragrance in the wreathing.
it is the wild smell of a hunt in a broad orchard.
they stare at one another. kaede wants to scream upon hearing yet another language she does not understand.
her bow is to hide this fury.
"i am lady kaede." what good is it?
her eyes telegraph a kind of angered desperation.
at least he is pretty, she thinks.
flecks of deer-fragrance in the wreathing.
it is the wild smell of a hunt in a broad orchard.
they stare at one another. kaede wants to scream upon hearing yet another language she does not understand.
her bow is to hide this fury.
"i am lady kaede." what good is it?
her eyes telegraph a kind of angered desperation.
at least he is pretty, she thinks.