[By the Lake]
"That's the spirit!" Braeg chortles, giving Khannie an almost affectionate pat on the head. Sure, she's saying that mostly to spite him, but if that leads to her doing exactly what he proposed, he can entertain the ide-
...Wait. Who's that approaching them now?
Braeg's face pales as he withdraws a step, swallowing hard. If that woman is what he thinks she is...
And just like that, he's gone. Left nothing behind but a cloud of green smoke.
...That includes the cloak. He's not going to leave a precious antique like that behind.
"Um... yes, no, and... no again, I guess." Arthfael stammers, still rubbing his thumb against his chin in an attempt to get more cleaned up. "...Which, um... means I'd rather you didn't tell anyone about this." He kicks the carcass back behind him, almost but not quite out of sight, blushing slightly as he considers how bad this would be if word got out. Especially if any of his friends at PREP heard about it. Or either of his sisters, and therefore his uncle. Even Sophie might give him trouble if she heard; she'd probably want to talk with him about a live-eating habit, if she knows he doesn't need to eat like that to live. And while he wouldn't trust half of miss Hexenborne's complaints about her to be true, he'd rather not find out how much validity they have.
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Who're you? ...Don't matter.
Want some rye? Course ya do!
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
And they're aaaaall dead.