Murmuring greyish green teeth, eyes glistening from the wrinkled skin.
Just because we're butchers, there's no need to be rude.
They have bright eyes and are eager to experience the next stage of their young life.
He is a petite person, but his existence is full of rooms.
I will be a memory she might save only for the potential to sharpen her sales pitch to Tellurians or to stretch out her wickedly whispered reputation.