#vulmon

I've got some stress about a work event, coordinating my vacation with a friend visiting (a whole three days I'll be spending off :/) and misc stresses like getting my washer and dryer repaired. So I'm not EXACTLY in the MOOD to write about naked people of any kind right this second.

So, the plan IS: Edit everything I've got, write The Boning next week, edit The Boning, and post the chapter titled Song roughly 10 - 15 days from now.

...Saucy.

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The air in the tavern was broiling, thick with the warmth and scent of bodies atop the unseasonable heat of the day. Vulmon just wanted a pint to cool his guts and anything served at room temperature for his charge to eat.

Vulmon couldn't let Sanene out of his sight for a moment. Bring the pretty little thing she was, she'd received plenty of flattering looks and curious smiles. If someone so much as touched the back of her hand flirtatiously, they'd be knocked flat by the shock of all that is her. Sanene would live under his left arm throughout their stay and she was quite content there.

Everywhere they looked, lovers, many of them new. No home or street was quiet. Music was played everywhere, both the kind which carried a tune and the kind that comes only from very happy couples. Sanene had never seen any holiday like this, and was disconcerted by the noise and movement of dancers. Vulmon hadn't ever seen festivities like this either, but he'd heard rumors about villages in the west throwing bashes for the return of spring.