Might be interesting anyway

grins

Cultural interaction.
i am interested in it
But not in play anywhere
i just saw You lamenting inactivity on the seealll

Fables
Suspicion is rarely ill-placed is their opinion on it. But he could be useful too.

It's a little bit of a wonder for them, the idea of caring enough about a place, a thing, to long for it like you seem to. "Lucky you're very good at that, hm?"

It's a grateful look, more than an actual thank you. That, and the faintest shift of weight, a slight lean into you as they take the cup from you and drink from it.

"It's not that uncommon here. Why leave when you have everything?" They know why, admittedly. "They're cities unto themselves. You should check them out at some point. Or maybe not - might be some reasonably good scores." Briar liked you, as far as they know. Frankly, if Briar didn't like bad influences on Cal, the biggest problem was Cal. They're a bad influence on themself.

They remembered. They just didn't know what to do with the feelings you kept lobbing at them. And they're entirely too guarded themself to express need that isn't sexual, at least sober. Still, you'd got messages. Updates.

YESTERDAY

You
Excite
Sally
Then
Energize
Ruth
Daily
Among
Yesteryears

YESTERYEARS

hardener

myguest

fluff

So again…what brought on this horse thing?

I don’t have much experience but I can ride…I don’t want to own a pet that eats food by the bale*s*

Gives Big side eye…but I’ve made exceptions …

hot little mouth
teasing turgid shaft

Are you still here?

House of White Wolf
* His room *

With that done she takes another rep cloth wetting it she runs it over necked creamy skin making it silken and tanned ... with all the soap now gone * she smiles gently as she grabs a towel and towel dries her body ... making her skin sensual silky ..and soft ....

surrender runs slim fingers through long curls once soft ... she steps again towards the basin and vends lightly at her waist ... taking the cup she fills the cup and pours it out over her long strands of silver curls till they were dripping wet ... shaking soap flakes on her head and rubbing it in ...till it lathers ... she than bends again and again taking the cup she fills it with water ... and pours it once again over her soapy hair ... after her Jair com÷s out clean * a smiles caresses her lips as she takes the towel and dries her long curls ... she puts the towel aside ... she now runs her slim hands through her wet curls till they straightening out ... she than moves back to the looking mirror ... pulling all her hair within her hand in a point tail ... she rounds it once more into a bun ... and puts the broken arrow back in tight *

Now that she was clea. And smelled fresh she was ready for the eve *

Crouching down, the water creeped toward her as it trickled along - tickling her bare toes.

She stood there for long moments in time ... thinking.

Memories always came back to her in times like these - the quiet times.

She needed to push them farther back in her thoughts so they wouldn't so easily surface.

My week
Tuesday very busy
Wednesday heart doctor
Thursday busy Friday open

facilitator

~chuckling~...perhaps not. Are you interested in Gor?

leave

Also a visit to the Reed Inn is still in order. Been a long time but it's a place that brings back memories. Good memories for the most part. There are two pictures that hang on the wall. One of a man I called Ubar, mentor and friend. We bled together, fought together and even shared laughs. La'ban. A man I will never forget. And next to his portrait hangs the one of my Sister Derfail. We had our ups and downs but I would've done anything for her. For him. For them. To see their faces would make a darken heart feel a little life.

there

well hello missed you in mother's room

host

Well, it might not go well for if i ran into You IC looking like this