Region: Dreams of Good Hope


via Cape of Good Hope

The Military State of Tyramon

Aerlanica wrote:"Yes, I distinctly recall it begun with you assigning them to my care, followed with the sieries of events that eventually resulted with Spencer slamming both of us against the wall."


Iblion nodded.
"Let's just lie here a while..." he murmured, planting a kiss on her cheek.

Witta paused for a moment, confused.
"...Oh...oh you mean Spencer?"
Witta released the breath that she had been holding.
"Oh...well...uh...Spencer isn't my apprentice, of course."


Delegata smiled and snuggled up against him more. Foggy tendrils emanating from her body began to caress Iblion's body.