Qeya River fear the light, fear the breath

something about this casual indifference makes ilse’s skin prickle with irritation. cunt, she thinks to herself, scarcely holding her tongue. it wouldn’t be wise to pick fights before she knew who anyone was, and what their place among them might be. she turns back to her work as if this show does not bother her.

but she is once again interrupted, this time by what she feels is an interrogation that starts with no niceties. damn, bitch, couldn’t even exchange names before getting down to business? one ear flattens as she turns to the stranger, slow blinking with her heavy lidded eyes. far away, she answers vaguely, but for a time i lived in a cave not far from here. she would not speak to sun eater’s sins. 

she cannot help her curiosity. why was that the first question that came to your mind?