Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

Oh great, now there was to be a royal fistfight.

Sabah followed at Arseno’s shoulder, blue eyes blazing, yet body language bored. The good Jodai had never been a people person, and there was entirely too many of them here. She would have retreated back to her seclusion with some berries hours ago if she wasn’t required.

I kideía tou. She spoke to Arseno, indicating the red man with her head. Bad idea, she considered a second later, head reeling. She kept her feet only through virtue of being close to the ground enough to not lose her balance, and cast her gaze to the skies.

If someone died tonight, she was going to be upset.