There is magic in her dance— a bright, effervescent current that runs strength from the tides and up into her dark limbs. The nomad would sooner have studied the access lines along the seacliffs, yet he finds himself rooted instead, paws braced in the surf, a half-grin peeling his mouth.
“Perhaps you can show me what there is to admire,” Batu says, eyes flashing in good-humor.
“Perhaps you can show me what there is to admire,” Batu says, eyes flashing in good-humor.
mongolian | mandarin