C63 From The Mailbox

THE gentle breeze in the garden at Lord Lucario's mansion pierced through Jasira's smooth skin, caressing it gently, as she walked along the terrace, touching the shrubs and flowers as she walked.

She was putting on a white silk gown and so her gown obeyed nature as it flapped and flapped under the pressure of the breeze.

As she did, her mind ran wild and far, thinking about so many things