get ahead of myself

the other woman seemed pleased enough. she even invited Desdemona to lay near her, which she promptly accepted. an island vacation with a pretty girl? that was perhaps one of the top most wanted things on her proverbial list. "who can say no to that island breeze?" she'd chuckle as she lowered her body to the sand. it worked out, this, in the end. she didn't want to swim all the way back without checking the place out but she also didn't want trouble.

if Deathbelle wanted, she could have easily driven her away. it'd force her to go back to the mainland and regroup before trying to come back again. but if she did, there could be another wolf here looking for a fight. a vicious cycle, really. making sure the bird was properly guarded - in case any medium predators were around - Desdemona sighed wistfully. "I could see myself settling down here" she remarked for conversation "so far it's been peaceful."

but peace didn't always last. "though where's the fun in it being always peaceful, eh?" she'd snicker.