Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

it's easier, isn't it, to talk about her through the air of tragedy, to stage the production as such that she's the starring role in this star-crossed lover's tale. god forbid the starlet be forced to confront her feelings with honesty - she leads a true life but not an honest one. 

but she does not like it when her delivery fails and she does not understand why the beautiful angelette's face falls so. "miss furi," she says, stricken, not understanding. well - well, what is she if not a skilled improvisor? the girl's question cheers her slightly and wb nods once, twice, a slow smile on her maw. "'course so - think we gotta count as friends by now, angel," she reassures, casting a glance over her shoulder in the direction of the plateau. "an' i ain't so far from you now, anyway."