O This was, in at least Rhiannon’s lifetime, one of many experiences with a male that left a bad taste in one’s mouth, a stark reminder that the opposite sex was not to be trusted. Purple eyes flicked backward over her shoulder as she looked once more to make certain that no one would be following them that day, and her tail lashed behind the femme in silent disdain. As they left the scene behind, the enchantress said a silent prayer of gratitude to Brigid, a bright goddess of life, for her protection that day. /exit Rhiannon @Juniper
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