Moonspear This Is Just a Dream

haha, oh the peer pressure she's feeling! She's going to be sorely disapointed the first time she tries to play with anyone else after this. "You mean it's not a game?"

She could see the amusement lighting up his face at her reaction, and she couldn't help but crack a slight smile in response. It was entirely ridiculous the words that came from her mouth, horrible and ridiculous. If this was a pack game, though, she wasn't going to insult the traditions. She was confused when he told her she wasn't playing right, he couldn't answer the same question. Did that mean she had to think of her own? Shit.

She shook her head, still shocked, but a small smile played on her lips. At least he approved of her answer. It had made sense to her, in her mind. His voice fell silent and he regarded her expectantly and she sputtered again, trying to think of something to ask. "Uh, er...well....would you rather....erm....only be able to drink, ah, fresh urine from the...well, source for the rest of your life or...." The or was troubling her, she'd simply tried to think of the grossest thing she could. Her mind swirled. "Or....have a snake nest in your ass for the rest of your life, coming and going as it pleases?" She didn't often like to curse, it had been something her parents had scolded her for. She'd found no word that had seemed to really fit there though. She blinked up at Charon with a pained expression, honestly more surprised she'd thought of this question than the one he had asked before.

She hoped it was suitable, gross enough and undesirable enough. The logistics of both were troubling to her. She smiled, half bemused and half still almost pained looking.