how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
“‘Course I ‘ave,” I retort with a snort, as if I don’t know how the Gods work. “But I wouldn’t mind someone vouchin’ fer me.” I’m literally straddling the middle ground, waitin’ to be swayed one way or the other, and I’m shameless about it. Clearly - I’m taking a stranger up on the offer’a putin’ in a good word with a Goddess I barely know of. Maybe that’s the problem. I can be bought an’ want to be bought.
“Sea Panther Horn,” I correct, as if it’s obvious. But then my feet go out from underneath me (cause I was payin’ attentio to the conversation more ‘n I should have) and I’m flat on my ass. I try to keep him away while I’m scrambling up, this time actually trying to kick the sand at him, instead of just my feet.
“Sea Panther Horn,” I correct, as if it’s obvious. But then my feet go out from underneath me (cause I was payin’ attentio to the conversation more ‘n I should have) and I’m flat on my ass. I try to keep him away while I’m scrambling up, this time actually trying to kick the sand at him, instead of just my feet.
