there are flowers
in this world
that only grow
once the ground
above them burns.

you were that fire.

this is not my end.
this is my birth.
—Pavana पवन

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Lelaros, a Red Jenny

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Written by Krissy

est November 2015

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Surra can’t help but grin at the youngling’s words. “Nothing wrong with being hands-on, pup.”

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This one’s as blunt as the people of Redhold; she likes that. Not as uptight as most of the cityfolk she’s come across, even though he dresses like one. Her eyes flicker up and down his form as she crosses her arms over her chest and lifts and eyebrow. “Can’t see myself ever wearing one of those rack-traps,” she replies amiably, tilting her head and spilling honeyed curls over one shoulder. She values breathing too much. And besides — “If I want my breasts to look amazing, I’ll just take off my armor. Solves that problem nice and easy.”

“Oh, I know. I enjoy it very much.” An innuendo? Probably.

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He grins, sly and sweet. “I’d do that too, but it’s not exactly accepted in certain situations. Gotta give people a good peek sometimes, yeah? And then while they’re looking at you like you’re a piece of meat, you can get whatever information you want out of ‘em. ‘Rack-traps’ work like a charm.”

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