Hideaway Strath Synapses Snap Back in Blissful Anguish

She shrugged. Many different reasons came to mind, but she ended on the simplest. "She turned me away. The only thing I was left with was this wretched scar on my face." A snarl broke through her hushed words. Full of hate. "I suppose it was her first and final gift." The girls tail — that had been previously tucked beneath her — flicked irritably. What a nasty thought. A permanent engravement, something meant to ruin her. 

She watched as he swigged the wine, the maroon gleam from the bowl reflecting in her eyes. Red mixed in with her blue. ‘Misfits like us?' The term seemed oddly familiar. Maybe that’s what granted her such solace in this stranger.

"Funny, isn’t it?”