The golden light of the morning sun spilled over the Orycto village, but it seemed to concentrate most intensely on the doorstep of a single, modest cottage.
Lin Wan stepped out into the crisp air, stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied hum, Long Zhan had received notice that they found her mates, although she didn't know when they'll be back, but anyways everything was good as Long as they've good.
Today, she felt good. The lingering sluggishness in her limbs had vanished, replaced by a vibrant, humming energy that made her feel as though she were walking on air.
Her outfit today was a careful choice, a masterpiece of primitive luxury, courtesy of Long Zhan's relentless hunting and his surprisingly discerning eye for materials.
She wore a crisp white tunic made of finely beaten plant fibers that felt like linen against her skin. Over it, a short, snug tube top cinched her waist, paired with a short skirt that flared slightly at her hips.
