Can You Crochet?

Dark ears were perked forward as the woman spoke her name and title, throwing around names that Venom knew well. Her amused smirk did not falter but took the information as it was offered ot her. Chickens were an interesting task and the girl wondered about the birds curiously. She would answer the woman’s unspoken question, ”I am Venom Klein Abraxas, Crown Princess to the Ashen Empire.” The words felt good ass they slipped pasts her forked tongue.

Odette went on to explain her purpose here on the border between the territories. Venom didn’t consider them a true border, the Armada was an extension of her mother’s Kingdom. The girl thought for a moment as the challenge was presented to her, and a few options sprang up into her mind. Her giant squirrel giving her the first idea. ”You could aquire a companion to assist you,” Venom didnt know about livestock guardian dogs, but Bourbon might have suggested a puppy for the handmaiden.

”Have you thought about a fence?” She was also reminded of Iolaire’s cottage. She hadn’t explored it thoroughly but she had passed by a few times. Maybe she needed a better chicken house? ”What kind of den do you keep them in at night?”