(03-17-2016, 12:49 PM)McBeef© Wrote: Somewhere in the distance the voice of a grumpy Brass Blade can be heard, "And stay down ya great ugly goobbue."
Then there is fading laughter.
A red brow furrowed at the fading remark, and the pair of crimson lips muttered softly, "Come back here and say that, you crotch-rot carrying rodent."
She shook her head, angry at herself for getting distracted, even for the moment, from what she really ought to have been doing.
Magma strode forward, her sash's bangles clinking from the sudden speed, and directed a remark towards the keeper female in passing. "Keep it to yourself, girl, and let the women handle this."
She stepped behind the fallen Roe, and set gentle hands upon her shoulders. "Sthalwilf... honey, let's get you somewhere more pleasant than out in these dusty streets."
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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