∴ Kulaan looked from the skulled, cheerful creature to the skull-covered-with-skin and just as cheerful her. A brow was perked, a mark of the surprise brought on by her question. “Really? Do you know what it even does?” He inquired, pointing to the creature with a glance.
“Well, he obviously does what he does. Come on! Just for an hour . . . we’re not even going to release him into the central market. Promise, it’ll be the back alleys.” She pleaded, raising puppy eyes to him.Continue reading✤ Conversations in the Sunlit Gardens . . .