Greatwater Lake street smarts!

There was blood in her mouth, she noted with derision. The child groaned out a little note of disappointment at the taste. Her mentor in the Myrmidons had always told her blood tasted sweet.

Maybe that was others. Metis’s blood just tasted salty.

The winter white child reached out to dunk her nose into the water, opening her mouth and swishing it vigorously back and forth, unaware of just how stupid she looked.