Date: 2014-01-06 06:01 am (UTC)
See th'way she winces when I make th'crack 'bout eatin' babies, 'n m'mouth tightens a bit. Jes' cuz she's a sister don't mean I like'er, annis shows why.

She brings out coffee, made quick work ovva sling t'carry th'baby in, an'I give'er props ferrat. Seen many a woman'er age who gets so panicky witta baby she fergets how t'boil'n egg, let 'lone improvise a sling. But'en, she izza witch.

She also notices'n says thanks when I don't smoke. Shrug. "She yer first?"

When I ask 'bout Nanshe, she touches a pelican brooch at'er throat. "She said that the battle is coming. The one that has been on the horizon for years in this town. Nanshe can help fight off the darkness, if we can draw on her power. If we can call her forth."

Frown. "She di'n't have much idea how t'fight th'dark b'fore. She tell ya what's changed?" I liked Nanshe loads, but she did seem t'hang back some.
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