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silvertongue laughed, arching against him like a slender fox, both of them feline. her glassblue eyes followed him, the set of his shoulders, the expression upon his darkened face. her heart swelled a little; he was indeed handsome. she let herself enjoy the touch of teeth to ear, not following this time but finding his gaze with her own. "i am all these things, cuervo." her breath was warm and sweet, courtesy of the mint which grew with sage beside her den. "i was a courtesan made for pleasure in a jeweled court. i was washed ashore from a land that no longer breathes. i did not mold the sand, it molded me." she thought of the mop-man with fondness. "i have traveled plain and mountain and desert and canyon. what i want, akavir, is for those who look at me to know i am not to be crossed."