Two Eyes Cenote [m][wp] None of those things have killed me yet

Her voice was a fire. Tierra could see it dancing around her.

Bitch, I don’t even know what this place is. She said with a giggle, snorting at their shared party crashing. Mirages and riddles had all the coolest ideas. They weren’t fuckin squares like all these quiet assholes.

I saw a good time, so I joined in. She rolled closer, letting the flames leap around her as she wound up pressed against the Mirage’s side. Solid and warm for a fuckin figment of her imagination, but it made sense. Fake fire was still fire. Fake fur was still fur.

Last time I was at a party like this, I did shit with a god. He was a total dick. Still worth it.