Nysadeia
Strange as it may seem
horror loses its power to frighten
horror loses its power to frighten
One point to her, actually, she made him flinch. Or they, apparently; octopi rarely shrugged because they didn't really have shoulders, but Nysa managed a rather pointed one that made it clear she didn't mind either way how someone preferred to be addressed.
"That one is rather crude, isnt it?" she shot back mildly, getting all the pronouns deliberately wrong just to see if it would cause a reaction. "You should work on your words, little shark, they're a bit toothless at the moment."
She happened to like orange. It was a bright, sound color that stood out even in the gloom. Like gold, and fire, and sunsets - the only good things to ever come of the land.
It was with some regret she switched to searching for yellow stones instead. Far rarer and harder to find, it took some actual searching to find good ones. But a few slipped into the bag here and there at least, and that should be enough.
"That one is rather crude, isnt it?" she shot back mildly, getting all the pronouns deliberately wrong just to see if it would cause a reaction. "You should work on your words, little shark, they're a bit toothless at the moment."
She happened to like orange. It was a bright, sound color that stood out even in the gloom. Like gold, and fire, and sunsets - the only good things to ever come of the land.
It was with some regret she switched to searching for yellow stones instead. Far rarer and harder to find, it took some actual searching to find good ones. But a few slipped into the bag here and there at least, and that should be enough.
when repeated too often
