Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

o how the dice have forsaken me

If it hadn’t been clear to her before, the fact that she’d gotten herself into a bit of a mess was obvious now. Perhaps she shouldn’t have spoken to him, just carried on her way and sought a safer location, but to not speak went against her as a Draconid; words were sharper than teeth, a mind more daring than actions, or so were the beliefs of the tribe. But Kaori regretted living by those beliefs, the thoughts of being far from the edge with her exploration of the coast continued taunting her—though that was not what made her blood run cold. No, that was done by his response, fear kicked into overdrive by a combination of his words and closeness to her, plus how near to the edge she still was; she didn’t want to fall—or be pushed—she wasn’t ready to die.

And so she did the one thing she’d never done before, not even when encountering Airi—she tried to stand up for herself.

“But… but it does matter,” she argued, a tremor in her voice. “You’re scary and—and the edge…” She stole a glance towards it and gulped uneasily. With a shake of her head, she pushed herself all the way up so that she stood atop wobbly legs, an attempt at getting away made.