Pihu
Frowning as Chaele explained her magic, Pihu pointed the mouth of her bottle at the Abandoned. The raven's brow was furrowed and she spoke in a slow drawl. "But who or what makes the decisions about what represents what? And what does yer magic actually do when ye cast it?" She swept her gaze over the other woman. "Seems to me something ye can actually rely on would be far more useful than yer superstitious rituals."
Shrugging at the offer, the thief took another sip of rum. "Show me what?" Standing up, she squeezed out her hair again; a few more droplets pooled into her hand and she shook it to get rid of the moisture.
Shrugging at the offer, the thief took another sip of rum. "Show me what?" Standing up, she squeezed out her hair again; a few more droplets pooled into her hand and she shook it to get rid of the moisture.
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
But I wish I could disappear
