Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

speaking of germs — here came miette, in the metaphorical sense of the koolaid man. she surged through the wildwood, plunging the atmosphere into something charged as she went.

look dis! she commanded of tousaint as she spotted him preening the gossamer red pelt of his gift. her own present was touted forth with an air of pride; a tooth of a fearsome megapredator, all her own!

how many things had it killed in its lifetime, she wondered — and what of its original owner? where had its soul gone when it fled this earth? did any part of it remain, wielded in this jagged tooth — and if so, how could she utilize it?