Ravensblood Forest fuck it and whatever

Kitsch hadn’t got the details she had inferred she needed and she quickly became frustrated with Lia’s inability to read her mind. It was ultra-annoying when others couldn’t anticipate her needs and she had to go out of her way to get things or gain information that she assumed were readily available to her. Everyone back at home got it — they understood that was how things worked. Kitsch knew she had an easily-irritable soul and since her youth was quickly slipping away from her [every single day, it seemed!], she would not be able to rely on her teenage angst for much longer. But for now, even something so small as Lia not immediately divulging all her knowledge for Kitsch’s disposal was… disappointing.

“What do you know?” she asked, trying to keep her voice low and blasé and though she was somewhat ieager and invested in the topic. "How do you..." she began a question but never finished it, because once she started speaking the girl quickly had no idea what even to ask about — she rooted around for something, anything more specific than "pups" to ask about, but she knew next to nil. So he mouth clipped shut, a little embarassed at her obvious ignorance.