ah, but isn't there but one?she is coy, inward proud to see the test for what it is.
from where?one brow curves. modesty discarded, she stretches her arms back with a small moan.
fish market first, of course. clams to break fast.
with ease she talks, speech tinged by the accent of the canals, the form of the jaw. her head rolls as she observes the lion. shows him every angle of her smile.
then, the tailor's, to fix the stitching. last my girls, to know which mask to pick. and with them gone, i retreat to...
she looks past him, at the grasses. pushed up by an elbow, she lifts enough to look around.
delighted, she laughs, face to the morning skies.
oh, of course!she falls back down.
not my rooms, that's for certain!
she grins at him. beast of the republic.
where are your wings, leon?
