Sun Mote Copse I've been swimming from the Wallace

Of course, Niamh didn't just leave.  If this was a peace offering, it was a shit one, Fennec thought as Niamh spoke. Seriously?  

Her mood had soured on the regent to the point where any words that came out of her mouth were going to be twisted and taken badly... and these ones weren't even hard to do that with.  Because again, Niamh was questioning how she could possibly do something so difficult.  With her... yknow.... condition.  Barf.

Fennec lifted her head and turned her stare in Niamh's general direction, not even bothering to hide the disdained annoyance.  These ones smell dead.  I'm blind, but I'm not stupid.  The best part of that one? It was a double jab, because it implied Niamh might be.  

She knew very well that she was playing with fire, and she was embracing that.  Hidden in her eyes was a challenge, intensity clouded over with the cataracts that colored them milk silver.  Give me an excuse.