Ouroboros Spine These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me

as the situation at hand is explained, praimfaya understands that she's misread it, initially. the older woman was hunting and the other girl — about her own age, if she had to guess — speaks of something that more or less goes over praimfaya's head ( tourette's ) and then goes on to sell a pitch that otters taste like 'floppy weiners'. for a moment, praimfaya is a mixture of confused and uncomfortable at the mental image produced and her lips twist into a grimace.

note to self, avoid eating otters.

q, the other girl introduces herself as and then inquires as to who they were shortly before spouting off a bunch of nonsense. an ear crooks back slightly. now that she cannot play the white knight she considers that her presence really isn't needed here but, nevertheless, she remains. i'm praimfaya. she offers to the duo.