Larksong Grotto Let me tell you about life

"Whatever," was all Jhala muttered in response, the little demon shooing herself from the den without any further hesitation. She clearly didn't understand anything in the world, but maybe that was understood. Her family was broken-- she didn't know any better. But just once, she wished she could smack the shit outta' that big mouth. 

Whatever.

She sighed and looked to Tapat, her nose scrunching up slightly. She ran her tongue over the piss-soaked child, pretending the taste didn't bother her at all, tears welling in her eyes from frustration and the bitter taste.