Dawnlark Plains bone canticle

ze pack? what was a polite way to say hell no, absolutely not? i don't know. it may not be a good idea.
she shuffles up to his side, blowing a puff of cool air from her nostrils. what is it zat you look for, anyway? an amulet, right?
he was insane, probably, and she knew this, and yet the more her mind circled around the situation, the more the forbidden intrigue began to grow within her. the tongue of the gaels which rolled warmly from his tongue every now and again, the mad sparkle behind his eyes. perhaps she was not helping him, but rather egging him on;
and perhaps she was okay with that.
you t'ink it may have been a witch? who stole it? she then asks, a crystal of hardened fascination bejeweling her gaze. or are you the witch?