don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
Her only reference for where dragons live, really, is the Draig. And even that’s all from book-readin. “You mean like the Draig?” Raza questions again, tryin’ to pin down a little more about Melita. Whether or not she chooses to share more is her prerogative - but the topic has genuinely piqued the Torcher’s curiosity.
She finds the sweet, yeasty, heady aroma of bred strongest outside Polonia’s kitchen, and a dark-skinned, jolly woman pulling a couple of piping hot loaves out of her oven. “Gods, those smell divine,” Raza fairly sings with a flashing smile, bent on flattering the baker for a little discount on her wares, if at all possible. “A loaf for a pint?” she offers, before turning back to Melita.
“Aye, everything in its place, even deities.” Chuckling to herself, Raza nods, knowing that the Outlander’s wanderlust far exceeds her own. “Tell me what it’s like when you get back, then?”
Second-hand is close enough for her.
She finds the sweet, yeasty, heady aroma of bred strongest outside Polonia’s kitchen, and a dark-skinned, jolly woman pulling a couple of piping hot loaves out of her oven. “Gods, those smell divine,” Raza fairly sings with a flashing smile, bent on flattering the baker for a little discount on her wares, if at all possible. “A loaf for a pint?” she offers, before turning back to Melita.
“Aye, everything in its place, even deities.” Chuckling to herself, Raza nods, knowing that the Outlander’s wanderlust far exceeds her own. “Tell me what it’s like when you get back, then?”
Second-hand is close enough for her.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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