Redsand Canyon Let that lonely feeling wash away

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She could not read his mind to know that it was conscious, but she heard when his steps shifted and he began to disappear on her.  The sand of the canyon was not something she'd bargained on, and until now, she hadn't noted what a disadvantage it set her at.  All at once, warning signs knelled, but she quieted them with a silent confidence with little to back it up.  If it came down to a fight... she'd manage.  She always managed.

She stopped trying to track him and let her ears do the work, falling silent as he retorted with more doubts as to her skill.  She let her smile fade.  I do not have to give you anything.  She responded, indifferent but cold.  If you do not believe it, then you are free to move along.  I called for customers, not bored free-loaders looking for a show.  She let the last word bite.

His tone was dangerous, and by rights she should be cautious.  Fennec was nervous, but she'd also committed, and if she gave up the persona she'd crafted on only the second customer, that hardly rated anything.  He could try to press her but the Wraith would not give in.  She was sure in her craft - a practiced witch, clear in her arts and unwilling to accept insults.  Her craft in healing and poisons would pay - her craft in curses and fortunes?  Well.  Now that was a trickier subject, but if she played her cards right, she doubted he'd ever truly know for sure.  

Another thought occurred, however, as the shadow of his threat hung between them.  If she was to be a witch, then perhaps it was unwise to settle in one place.  Unhappy customers were bound to return in time, and if she allowed them to, likely her term would be shorter than she had anticipated.

WC: 312