Picture this:
Arrogant, cocky little chit, playing at having stones larger than the world.
That would be Zhi.
A companion, standing alongside, with enough stubbornness and attitude to match her own.
That would be Jager.
One laughing, the other with ears back, tail tucked -- tucked -- and mouth open wide enough to catch a dodo. One got the trophy for biggest stones. The other, well. . .
Zhi had just lost the contest.
There are no words for the reluctance with which Zhi turned to face Loque. She couldn't even fake one of her brassy grins, that was how much he'd taken out of her sails. He knew it, she knew it, he knew she knew it -- so on and so forth. Point being, her paranoia had just gotten its fair share of "I tole ye so!" and then some. She closed her eyes in a long blink. Pride was damn hard to swallow. Really damn hard. She was choking on it, a little bit.
"A'right. Well. I ain't hirin' ye." Her voice was just a titch on the strangled side. "Partners?"
Arrogant, cocky little chit, playing at having stones larger than the world.
That would be Zhi.
A companion, standing alongside, with enough stubbornness and attitude to match her own.
That would be Jager.
One laughing, the other with ears back, tail tucked -- tucked -- and mouth open wide enough to catch a dodo. One got the trophy for biggest stones. The other, well. . .
Zhi had just lost the contest.
There are no words for the reluctance with which Zhi turned to face Loque. She couldn't even fake one of her brassy grins, that was how much he'd taken out of her sails. He knew it, she knew it, he knew she knew it -- so on and so forth. Point being, her paranoia had just gotten its fair share of "I tole ye so!" and then some. She closed her eyes in a long blink. Pride was damn hard to swallow. Really damn hard. She was choking on it, a little bit.
"A'right. Well. I ain't hirin' ye." Her voice was just a titch on the strangled side. "Partners?"
