at Syrin's return, going about bits of upkeep that they might have Syrin led me ever towards the center, slapping his tail on my back to correct my av idol mpegs direction when necessary. We slowed only upon reaching his bath; large enough for several, deep enough to reach Syrin's chest, and with a floor all of gold in the dim torchlight. He lowered me into the slowly flowing water, crooning reassuringly to me as I jolted and winced, my av idol mpegs welts sensitive even to the touch of the warm water. Syrin entered after me, wrapping his fist about the base of my av idol mpegs horn to dangle me vertically in the water in the water from it, the bottom perhaps a foot away from my av idol mpegs hooves. He took my chin in his palm, and forced my av idol mpegs head fully above the water, to look into my eyes as he gently removed the silver bridle.
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