(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Aye?" Annah frowned, and looked down at herself; small wisps of smoke
were trailing from the edges of her jerkin. "Fiend blood, it is..." She raised an
eyebrow. "Never had that happen before, though."
"What? No one's ever kissed you before?"
She shrugged. "No one ever dared tae. An' even if they did, I doubt it woulda
been like that."
"I'll take that as a compliment, then."
"Aye... eh..." Annah glanced around, and her tail was flicking erratically. "Are
we gonna go down ta the bar now or what? We don't have time tae be
standing an' chattin', we don't."
"Well, I'm not done kissing you yet. Come here," I grinned.
She stepped back, alarmed. "Nay - who knows what would happen next -
maybe my body'll turn tae flame, it will! Yeh and your lips keep your
distance!"
"All right - THIS time. Let's move on."
I tried not to laugh when we left, closing the door and locking it behind us. In
the corner of my eye, though, Annah seemed to be smiling.
~~~~~
"It tastes like cranium rat."
Then again, just about everything tastes like cranium rat. I gave the stringy
piece of tricha meat a poke. It was a sloppy bowl of stew that I suspected
was just white stuff and water. If I wasn't certain that the ale here would
give me the runs, I would've asked for a drink to wash the mealy taste of it
out of my mouth.
Annah winced, spitting a bone gracelessly onto the table. I shoved my bowl
aside in disgust and stood... the sooner we found that deva the sooner we
could leave. At least, we could if I could find a way around the quarantine.
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