Dragoncrest Cliffs the bus earned a drink for sure.

she takes the food
rolls the gristle between her tongue
and speaks.
cayetano's hardly a philanthropist,
but he can put two and two together.
crone and young,
old and new.
two birds, one stone.
i don't plan on it.
he announces with a grin,
setting on his haunch
in the manner of a stormbird.
how old are you, anyway?