🌹🌹🌹🌹😀
Craven yawns. Alder’s eyes suddenly feel heavy. Her lips twitch up again. That seed won’t fix a lost night’s sleep, however.
Yep. I’m realizing that. Silence—Craven is thinking, considering. Do you, perhaps, have a Hague-approved solution?
Alder thinks and considers.
Coffee.
A laugh explodes across the bond. Alder watches the orange sun rise over Craven’s head. It sets her red hair on fire.
You know, you’re pretty funny.
Hmm. No comment. Her damn thigh twitches again. Her lips too. Alder’s entire body seems determined to disobey her, today. But there’s nothing funny about maintaining your energy on the field.
That counts as a comment. Ma’am.
Alder lets out a quiet laugh.











