Mudminnow River obscura

Exit Daighre.

He made the mistake of thinking she wasn’t a complete fucking bitch—
 
Only for his slowly changing opinion to be thrown to right back where it started.
 
‘Enough.’ She answered, short, brief, and to the point. Fucking obnoxious was how Daighre saw it.
 
He huffed.
 
Snorted.
 
And then, finally, with a shake of his head—
 
“Whatever.”
 
He was over this fucking conversation. Over her. Over him. He turned to leave, his posture slouched, and footfalls loud, his tail lashing behind him.