“Hm, this tastes pretty good, I’ll let it simmer for about 5 minutes. Let me set the timer.”
Beep.
“Ah now, I’ll just go ahead and relax in the meantime.” A woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties was walking through what appeared to be a living room.
With a gentle sigh, she surrendered her full weight in the chair she sat in. The woman was quite beautiful, wrapping her frame was an ebon-hued skin, reminiscent of dark chocolate.
She had a full head of black hair that fell to her mid-back. Looking closely one could see that this was so because her hair was styled into the archaic style dreadlocks, a statement that perfectly stood the test of time.
As she waited for her dinner to finish, she allowed for her mind to wander. This was how Priyala Sovrayne usu
