There comes a time in every girl's life when she has to make a double-pup post. This is sadly one of those times.
By the lake a teenager woman stretched to the last rays of a setting sun. The sense of peace from a bit of light yoga was not to be underestimated, or so Thea would say.
Inside the Bar,
Kaye Fierch is doggedly pushing half melted ice-cream around her bowl. Human glamours are good for hiding faded
bruise marks on your neck, but they don't do much to soothe the soul. She supposes that's what the ice-cream is for.