Now hold onto me pretty baby
Aviya twisted her parasol as she walked, looking as if in idle thought. But she never truly was. Her mind whirled and waged on with critical thoughts, mostly consumed around what she now carried home for her boss. She didn’t let anyone in on that, though, given the practiced softness of her face and the lackadaisical gait she sauntered onward with.
It was only when her eyes caught sight of the tiny snow-creature and its taunting spitting did Aviya stop. Her heels clicked together and her nose wrinkled as she looked down at the creature, her body a hard roadblock for its bond mate despite her short stature (made only slightly taller by her heeled shoes). ”What is that?”
If you want to fly
