Another movement. Fainter than the last.
Tymber's grip got tighter.
"...Interesting. What a flourishing place."
"Some space place," Leslie said, rocking on her heels like a child. "Can I ask for something?"
Esme was pulling grass out of the ground.
Tymber's grip got tighter.
"...Interesting. What a flourishing place."
"Some space place," Leslie said, rocking on her heels like a child. "Can I ask for something?"
Esme was pulling grass out of the ground.