5/9/2026, 8:19 PM
A high wind blusters round their ankles and roars in ears; wild and stormy and cold, yet they are together. Batu, clad in his work, lifts the last of the pelts from noble shoulders; all save the spotted yak, that it will keep her warmed.
“What peculiarities am I to watch for, empress?” At length, he knew, and this was the first sort of needling to hear it spoken aloud by modest, pink lips.
Or perhaps, the tiger truly did not truly understand what proclivities were shocking to a resigned dragon court.
By such thoughts is Batu amused.
“What peculiarities am I to watch for, empress?” At length, he knew, and this was the first sort of needling to hear it spoken aloud by modest, pink lips.
Or perhaps, the tiger truly did not truly understand what proclivities were shocking to a resigned dragon court.
By such thoughts is Batu amused.
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