Voice (@voicehq)

kid makes money off nft

datatime: 2022-10-05 17:07:10 Author:oUoiPOqF

Geoffrey Shafer.

Alix Do you seek to unseat me?

She grinned at him and shook her head as he tried to settle the horse- The creek bottom offered treacherous footing to any beast, and me warhorse had yet to find a comfortable spot, Finally his rider cursed again in exasperation and spurred him through the water onto the bank, where he stared down at her from the chestnut's great height.

equally startled, reined the animal in with a curse and shot a glare over his shoulder. When he saw her his face cleared.

The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow rose. What have you been doing harvesting all the flowers? You are fair covered with them.

I did not say you presented an unattractive sight, Alix. He grinned- More like a wood nymph, I would say.

The animal reacted to her unexpected appearance with alacrity.

The animal reacted to her unexpected appearance with alacrity.

She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might come.

He sighed and dismissed the topic with an idle wave of his hand. A ruby signet ring flashed on the forefinger of his right hand, reminding her of his rank and the enormity of his presence before her.

The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow rose. What have you been doing harvesting all the flowers? You are fair covered with them.

The warriors splashed into the creek, splattering her liberally. She grinned in devious anticipation and straightened in the deep grass, wiping water from her sun-browned skin.

She drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them, resting her chin on their tops. She felt the familiar leap of excitement, anticipation and wonder within her breast, and quickly tried to dismiss it. If she allowed him to see it she would be no different from anyone else to him, and therefore of no account.

The warriors splashed into the creek, splattering her liberally. She grinned in devious anticipation and straightened in the deep grass, wiping water from her sun-browned skin.

equally startled, reined the animal in with a curse and shot a glare over his shoulder. When he saw her his face cleared.

I did not say you presented an unattractive sight, Alix. He grinned- More like a wood nymph, I would say.

She grinned at him and shook her head as he tried to settle the horse- The creek bottom offered treacherous footing to any beast, and me warhorse had yet to find a comfortable spot, Finally his rider cursed again in exasperation and spurred him through the water onto the bank, where he stared down at her from the chestnut's great height.

Geoffrey Shafer.

So, you wish to see Homana's prince take an unexpected bath, he said menacingly, but she saw the amusement in his eyes.

She sat by the creek, half-hidden in lush grasses. Carefully she twined purple summer flowers into her single dark brown braid, and dabbled bare feet in the rushing water. Stems and crushed blooms littered the coarse yellow gown she wore and damp earth stained the garment, but she paid it no mind. She was purpose-fully intent on her work, for if she allowed her thoughts to range freely she would be overtaken by the knowledge and the hope that he still might come.

Lousy slid down the muddy bank into the water again. His rider,

She drew her knees up and clasped her arms around them, resting her chin on their tops. She felt the familiar leap of excitement, anticipation and wonder within her breast, and quickly tried to dismiss it. If she allowed him to see it she would be no different from anyone else to him, and therefore of no account.

He sighed and dismissed the topic with an idle wave of his hand. A ruby signet ring flashed on the forefinger of his right hand, reminding her of his rank and the enormity of his presence before her.

His tawny-dark head was bent as he rode blue eyes on the shedding of his gloves. He wore black hunting leathers, she saw, and had thrown a thin green woolen mantle back from broad shoulders. A flash of green and gold glittering at his left shoulder caught her eye: the emerald cloak-brooch he favored. At his heavy belt was hung a massive two-handed broadsword.

The prince stared down at her quizzically, one tawny eyebrow rose. What have you been doing harvesting all the flowers? You are fair covered with them.

FeedBack
Copyright © 2022 Chrales (United States) All rights reserved. The information contained in Chrales (United States) may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed without the prior written authority of Chrales (United States)