“They’re awfully pretty, aren’t they” Elza laughed and tutted at Fran. “Always the pretty ones, ain’t it?”
“We are companions not for pleasures.” Fran replied, ears flicking in mild annoyance.
“Well, I bet your partner’s happy they’re followin’ the two of ye around.” Boot clad feet dangled in the air above the water.
“His attentions are
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