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She didn’t like the way he looked at her, and she especially didn’t like the way he looked at Damien, like he would kiss him while he drove a knife into his heart.
“It’s a game,” said Ivory. “We sort of tell one another a story and take on the roles of the people in that story. The goal is to see who can survive the longest while doing the most good deeds—you know, the kinds that usually get you killed. It’s called Innkeepers and Imbeciles, and it’s great practice for reacclimating to the world.”
He chuckled as he made his way over to where she was heaping praise on both horses in a sugary, sincere voice because of course she was, she knew no other way to speak to dumb creatures, which was appropriate as dumb creatures seemed to like it quite a bit. He certainly did.
Luckily, Amma had a lot of practice dealing with the easily irritated. She cleared her throat despite that she wasn’t speaking aloud, and smiled despite that she wasn’t sure the tree could really see her. Of course, so sorry to bother you, but I had to come when I saw one of your leaves in the wildwood. I was only wondering if maybe I could trouble you for just a few of your lovely seeds? Seeds? The word was like being struck right up against her head, and Amma actually staggered. I’m over fifty thousand years old, and you want seeds? Um, yes? Please? Fuck off, said the tree, and Amma actually
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She would have liked to marvel at the arcane staff for hours, to celebrate herself for finally conjuring it, to throw her arms in the air and shriek with joy, but…fangs.
On his shoulder, Kaz mumbled and shifted, still alive but clearly regretting it.
