This is promising.”I’ve learned long ago how to look at a woman’s eyes; when talking to her. I know her breasts are their, but I’m... not supposed to talk to those. While looking at her face; I noticed her neck. The Adams apple was large and protruding. “Oh damn” I thought. Now I’m wondering if she is a guy in girls clothing.So I tactfully lead the discussion toward a mix of sex and politics. Both areas I have some knowledge in. I’m center right on politics. As for. There aren’t any streams nearby, though.” The other woman was never bothered by the cold, and wore only her thin tunic and leggings.They were traveling outside the border zone, which meant visitors were allowed in to hunt or forage, but Meritia had been trying to avoid outsiders so Shavala could focus on her training and the harvest. They’d made a dozen trips like this as the weather grew colder, and this was to be the last one.“When will we be returning?” Shavala asked.“Tomorrow ... but if you. . you died in my arms minutes before I could bring you to Mother ... and now she’s dead too.”“She is ... but really she isn’t. I can feel her even now, resting. She was so very old and tired! She lives on in me now, and as a part of this very hill, as does her own Mother before her as well. She’ll never really ever completely pass but forever become a small part of this hill and island, her memories passed on downwards to her daughter, the next Mother.”“Which is you ... you’re now ... Mother?”. She's wearing a yellow mini skirt, her slender thighs almost completely bare, smooth and pale white, almost blue against the skirt, and a sheer yellow peasant blouse that shows off a purple lace halter bra over her perfectly perky little breasts, so tiny they're barely more than nipples. Her auburn red curls cascading around her pale porcelain neck, her little pouty mouth already puckered in smug self satisfaction. "I see you found the items. I'm glad you can follow orders." She sees that I.