Slowly but surely, visitors from the other kingdoms made their way to the Valley’s borders. Each ones searching for mainly the same thing, but Topsail didn’t grow bored of the repetition. If anything, it was an opportunity for her to extend her reach beyond that of the Valley and the Gates. It always paid to have friends and acquaintances in more than one place. One could never have too many.
A lazy sunshine haze hung over the trees, so much so that even the fog had dissipated. It was odd, viewing the trees without their usual blanket. Topsail found the heat uncomfortable, and a light sheen of sweat shimmered against her mousy colored neck. The beast beneath her flesh though was more comfortable, and for a moment Topsail almost gave herself over to her other form, just to get some relief from the overbearing heat. However, before she could do more than think about it, a new voice rang over the landscape. Male again, which seemed to be some type of trend here as of late. All of their recent visitors had been of the opposite sex. Not looking forward to pushing through the heat she sighed, but it was perfunctory as she was already headed in the visitors direction. She did not exert herself though, and as such it took her slightly longer than it normally would. Dipping her pretty head she smiled at the blood bay, glancing at his mind momentarily. Rude, perhaps, but her party trick often saved lots of unneeded conversations. “Hello, Nymphetamine of the Chamber. I’m Topsail. What can the Valley do for you?” she said pleasantly, her words pushing down the barriers of his mind and claiming it for their own. Continuing to smile she waited on not only his answer, but the shock that almost always accompanied her style of speaking.
topsail
even an army of sheep should be feared, if they are being led by the lion