Swiftcurrent Creek Crimson and clover

AN ACTUAL, PHYSICAL CHILL..went down my spine.

No sooner had she birthed the words than she wished to cram them back in, but it was too late for that - she had made her decision, and the lack of brain-mouth filter meant that it was made real before she had a chance to ruminate. It was both a blessing and a curse.

Danica reacted with rather dignity to her response than Bazi could hope to possess in her life.

"If that is what you choose, then I will do so... I wish you luck here, Bazi, I really do."

The delivery was chilling, but warmed towards the end. Bazi was beyond words, barely able to hold back a monsoon's worth of tear - hurt, indignant, angry tears. She killed the sob viciously with another sharp intake of breath, blinking to clear the film of salty water that made stung her eyes and blurred her vision. Beautiful, wonderful Danica - and her fucking penchant for ladies. It wasn't fair! With a strangled screech of frustration, Bazi whipped around and began to march in the direction of Tuwawi's den. The Sveijarn family would need to get a move on.