"By all means let us strive for perfection," she says, her expression serious but her eyes dancing with mirth. Windfola whickers, and she leans forward to stroke the side of his neck, but still watches Faramir. "Unless, of course, we decide it would be better to master our skills at fishing instead."
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I first wrote "strive for protection." Freud...
Date: 2019-05-26 09:50 pm (UTC)