10-28-2016, 10:27 AM
She liked Jon. He was peculiar and shifty, or at least that was the aura that followed him like shadows. Already, Mara was ready to follow the shift to where Nimeda led, and she nodded emphatically that she do so quickly. The longer they lingered, she was certain they would be caught. Even her pets avoided the place.
She grasped her dream sister's hand and squeezed it tight.
She grasped her dream sister's hand and squeezed it tight.
"Come, mistress"