the scenery's turned wicked

Saiden raised his eyebrows at Maea’s comment. Pausing in his search, he put his hands on his hips. ”Hey, remember what I said last time we parted?” The question came out tartly.

Bending down to continue looking, he shot her an annoyed look. ”Last I checked, you’re not from
Torchline.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, the sound incredibly disapproving. ”Would you like me to repeat the spiel about coming here and telling me how to live my life?” Glancing up, he stared at her.

However, he handed over the bow easily enough. As she took it from him, he slid his hands into his pockets. ”Glad we found it. Can we go now?” There was something almost impatient about his tone.

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