Porcupine Ridge I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

Envy listened, eager to lap it all up. Paid to kill? she missed her calling It would send a shudder down the spine of someone with a sane head on their shoulders, but Envy had strangely come to meet quite a few. She leaned to the side to look at him, her head slightly tilted up How was that for you?

Fun? She dared it to be said.

Scandalous!

It was always about the company, that which she kept herself so tethered to. Tried to, at least. For better, or worse. Prestige.. Reputation.. but no luxuries. Shame. What's the point of either if you deny yourself luxuries? bony shoulders rolled in a shrug.

She never did. Never. No quarter given; for better, or worse. Never could deny herself lifes little pleasures. All she did was want.

She pulled herself from his shadow, continued on looking for herbs, nose to the ground. I think we're even. For now... Unless of course... you wanted to tell me more?

Charming creature. She toyed with the subject.