5/17/2025, 6:45 PM
At once she turns— gold-banded ears swiveling for the source of that wilted laugh, reclaiming a separation by the grace of her step. She felt the trajectory of sunrent eye before seeing the other had gone milky. She gazes now upon the small, wiry creature, nose testing for scents of recognition and finding none.
How utterly strange to hear her dear sesh's name from the mouth of this woman!
“Though I am no longer alone,” the princess mantles her dignity, raising her chin over narrow shoulders, “what soul walks beside me this day?”
How utterly strange to hear her dear sesh's name from the mouth of this woman!
“Though I am no longer alone,” the princess mantles her dignity, raising her chin over narrow shoulders, “what soul walks beside me this day?”