Hideaway Strath Moon Song

Whrist returned the warm greeting she received reveling in it even, but she just could not stand by as the whelp over drank, if she heard him retching she feared she’d vomit too. And that would be embarrassing on a whole other level her for her. 

So she left the warm presence of her grandmaster, another strike against the boy as far as she was concerned, walked over to the newcomer and moved to nip him on the neck, not to draw blood but to stop his actions before he started them, both he and her vomiting.

  “Listen to the Overseer” she hissed in his ear. To close to him to move away if he struck back at her blindly.