Otter Creek Decode me

ooc: a hag the same as witch that can do magic. :D

Burke went on filling the gap in Osprey's knowledge about humans, by explaining, what they were. For a person, who believed all kinds of mad and impossible theories, her expression was a little too skeptical. Either because she didn't trust this guy one bit (and the fact that he had played a prank the last time didn't help much in changing this opinion), or because the description was too vague to make anything out of it. They could be trolls or devils or elves or something like that as well. He simply did not have enough imagination to be creative about that.

"You are so full of yourself," she rolled her eyes, when Burke considered her previous statement as a compliment to himself. On the other hand - maybe she was wrong in her assumptions and the man didn't hear that much of praise often. Not that he needed to boost his self-confidence. It was evident, that he had plenty of it at the moment. "And still you are far away from home now, how can your magic work, if you are not near anyone to protect?" she just had to do it, point out at the obvious. She didn't count herself as the one in need of protection.

"Really?" she asked, trying to focus her gaze on the bridge of her muzzle, but failing to see the fleck properly. "Well, everyone needs a bit of make-up. I will leave it there," and be prettier than I am already. "Can't talk with my mouth full," she declined his offer to eat. "Well... if you are so curt about, what you want to hear, then the story itself can be one-sentence-long. What else you want to have in it?"