Noctisardor Bypass I'm sick and tired of love songs

The instant the two words left her mouth, Druid’s cheeks heated in embarrassment. Why had she said that? “Fart” was such an ugly word, not to mention the entire concept. Her eyes dropped to stare awkwardly at her feet.

But Wylla’s laughter startled her out of her humiliation. She jumped a little, eyes flying up to the woman’s face. She stared for several beats, then tentatively began to smile. She hadn’t meant to be funny, yet there was something very encouraging about this response, particularly the proclamation of, “That’s awesome.”

Druid still felt a little sheepish as she admitted, I don’t know. She raised her eyes again. She hadn’t thought through her initial response at all, obviously, but as she contemplated now, she murmured, They’re too pretty to smell bad.