Jade Fern Grove the ache and pull of despair

"I'll keep watch over here," he grumbled, sweeping her words off the table. It was one of Bazi's least favourite things about him - the unwillingness to engage, to throw the first punch and see what happened. The Grove mother's ears slicked back, and a hiss of air escaped the hole in her lip with a hiss. "You can keep watch exactly where you are," she replied curtly, too tired to raise her voice. "I'm not some diseased skank, despite what your face says." No-one could tell exactly what Scimitar's looks said; he had a general air of displeasure about him, but the specifics were beyond any living creature - perhaps even himself, and definitely his wife. Whatever their beef, it had been hanging over their heads for a long time now, and Bazi was bursting at the seams. Swift had removed his own eyeball - surely his parents cold extract whatever piece of coal was burning holes in the strands of their union.