What to call it? Ahem. If this was a prompt (which it isn't insofar as it's way more than this) it would be as follows: Prompt: foreign (writer's choice) Word Count: 612 There is probably much room...your words, you seem to be saying yes.” The only warning Menoiiaku had was a thin smirk on her lips before Túnielv lunged at him, tugging her fingers through his cloak, kissing him soundly.

A short piece I finished today, focusing on twin-hood and mild dicussion on their parents. (Originally I wanted to actually "introduce" Yomshi and Ireldur in the piece, and sort of elaborate on them, but... And they both laughed quietly at that, marveling and sharing in the complete obviousness of the statement, despite the obtuseness it might pose to other ears that might have been listening.

I've decided to begin this journal with a very personal piece, even though chronologically speaking, I have only recently written this version. Because of this, the piece has not yet been proof-read or...moonlight, and the scent of flesh burned and bleeding in the hours of dusk.   They are Livdrysk-reu, Iosyluhi-ura, Avliura-ria, Auliaoki-ira, Uliavoil-iur, and Iylisuld-era. to be continued..