Lion Head Mesa Trust me with that heart of yours

The beastly long legged spoke as if he didn’t look ready to eat her up and use her bones to pick his teeth. In the mind of the scared maiden, his teeth were comically large.

Had she the mind for it, she’d have laughed. As it was, though, she merely quivered.

Ah…Anaëlle? She coughed out.

You? Her voice had risen into a mouse’s squeak.