You snort derisively at her comment, a cloud passing over your face. "They can keep their love if it's all th'same. I've done fine without it this far." If the only thing interesting about your race is that it attracts divine attention, then you're just as content to remain boring, thank you very much.
Business is far more interesting than gods. You take the weapons from her carefully, turning each one over in your hands. "'s fine craftmanship," you acknowledge thoughtfully, admiring the carved patterning, the balanced weight. They're a little small for your use, especially the bow, but that might make it all that much more exotic and appealing to a buyer.
Yeah, this is worth a haircut, and probably far more besides.
"Aite- y'got yerself a deal." You extend a large hand to the fairy, willing to close on this generous offer. "Name's Zeph, by th'way- what's yers? I like t'know who I'm doin' business with."
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
