“I miss the rain,” Citronella says. They sit on the balcony of Kuro’s burrow. Behind them, Oleander has his fingers looped into her hair, and is plating the blonde strands together. Blanche stands in the doorway to the room, keeping his silent and watchful eye over the two.
“Is that so?” Oleander returns, curious and gentle. Citronella has noted that Kuro speaks even less highly of him than he does Mercy, ...
