Witch's Marsh I'll never forgive Orange if they've wiped the twins

You're the King of the North? Bhediya asked. The tease should have been obvious, but she added on a laugh for clarity. Pygmalion was charismatic, a trait that she appreciated. She wondered what it might have been like if they'd met earlier in life. Yeah, there's you, too.

A splash from behind stole her attention. It won't be big enough, she thought, Don't waste the energy. Bhediya shifted herself to quiet the rumbling in her stomach. Lemmings? The word was foreign to her, a native southerner. Bhe hoped that Pygmalion had a hunting story to share; she could use a laugh.