now.”
Irion looked at her, really looked, and he grinned. “Well met, daughter.”
She inclined her head from her perch on her rhesh. “Well met, Father.”
The other seven started to speak at once. They wanted to meet their children as well, to see if their genes were visible.
Iris sighed and waited as Venin explained that their aggressive seductions had created mixed feelings about them in the population.
As she watched her man try to calm down the men of Admar who had taken the name Morin when they had been forced from their home, she smiled quietly.
They had a life of adventures looming in front of them and sorting out her family was only the start.
She might not like travelling for work, but hunting with Venin was an adventure she simply could not pass up. Her new adventure would begin today.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
Irion looked at her, really looked, and he grinned. “Well met, daughter.”
She inclined her head from her perch on her rhesh. “Well met, Father.”
The other seven started to speak at once. They wanted to meet their children as well, to see if their genes were visible.
Iris sighed and waited as Venin explained that their aggressive seductions had created mixed feelings about them in the population.
As she watched her man try to calm down the men of Admar who had taken the name Morin when they had been forced from their home, she smiled quietly.
They had a life of adventures looming in front of them and sorting out her family was only the start.
She might not like travelling for work, but hunting with Venin was an adventure she simply could not pass up. Her new adventure would begin today.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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