The sound of the waterfall filled the air, mingling with the rush of water over stones and the distant chirping of birds.
Since the Hollows were gone, the place felt more natural than it had earlier, but it was only a matter of time before a random warp-dimensional creature made this place their sanctuary.
A warp dimension could not exist without habitats. No Fae had ever understood that rule in these dimensions, but it is said the gods made it so.
Isadora wore her leather pants before grabbing her black tunic and putting it on. It was a relief that she was back in her pants. They feel more comfortable in skirts nowadays—It is easier for brisk movements.
While raising her hair, tucked in her collar, her attention darted to Kraven zipping his pants.
She bit her bottom lip, eyeing his muscles and biceps flexing as he put on his tunic. The prominent V shape was covered when he rolled down the fabric.
