Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

That's all you do? Ying smiled, marveling at her growing proficiency. Stranger, your life is too boring. She bumped his shoulder and laughed. The soft garble of distant birdsong drew her attention toward the east; the huntress promptly turned toward its source.

Her attention having returned to the mink, Ying replied: Keeping my secrets. She assumed that he would understand her vague reply. I have many. Maintaining her discretion was a difficult feat, but somehow, she'd managed. Ying wondered when the levee would break and her blemished reputation would become known.