i'm sorry if i've been blathering
i do that
~s~

nice to see You! have a good night

So you know I like guitars, and guitar solos…

I have a kinda special guitar *s*

Greetings little one..No We are not the ones that are lost..

Kitchen
(fixing the view)

Now that LE has left,

Where am the whores be?

hey!
i'm talkin' here!

*and he disappears. She gasps, stepping back in fear*.

well, everyone get some sleep

Oh My...yes lure her in..

*she pauses, hearing the command, and sees the two figures. The woman seems normal to her except for her cold eyes... The man, he seemed.. intimidating... She shivers and steps towards them*. Are you lost? May I help you?

she can rock a little, too
Change the Locks
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=372ddXdiCg4

He fades into the Shadows so she cannot see Him and watches her...smelling her impossibly innocent scent...

,,

i'm glad ...
Lucinda's a poet in her own right
and the Queen of Louisiana and East Texas

*her icy eyes catch the human as she walks along, so careless, unassuming. Powerless. Illyria speaks, and her voice carries across the wind, directly to the woman's ears*. Come to us.

I try to to test her musical, poetic knowledge…thinking it’s about impossible *s*

That is an odd question...but no I have not. What do You have in mind? His fangs come out if there is a possibility of such

She’s cool…I like it…I like her and all the guitars…

You’re such a fun bohemian

*a young woman from the village heads towards the river in search of herbs. She wanders along, not realizing the dangers she might encounter*.