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Weclome to ... Dawnfire
"Hey --"
"Shut. Up."
"--Okay."
It was the third time Firrin had tried to initiate conversation with
his travelling companion. He used the phrase loosely -- the minotaur
was a reluctant pal, at best -- but she was all Firrin had.
"--I'm sorry --"
"What part of shut up do you not understand?" the
minotaur rumbled, the misty rain collecting on the very, very sharp
points of her very, very long horns. Her black fur was slick and flat
against her skin, and she looked thoroughly miserable.
Firrin softened his focus, let the road ahead wash into a green and muddy blur. "--I just wanna thank you for walking with me."
Her eyes narrowed, and the mace strapped to her back clinked ominously
with her every step. "Only as long as it takes to get you into a tavern
and beat those scraggly teeth out of your head," the minotaur snarled.
Okay, so it had been his fault that she'd gotten caught up in this mess. But she didn't have to go and save his life, either....
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...."I'll buy you a drink?" Firrin offered.
"You can't afford it," she sneered, the rain collecting in droplets in
the furrows on her snout. Her breath suddenly steamed out through
slitted nostrils, and Firrin let himself fall back a step or two. Not
that keeping up with a minotaur was an easy thing. The tufts of his
ears barely reached her waist.
Firrin sighed, the rain making his tail droop int he mud. Well. She'd
called his bluff. He still wasn't quite sure why she'd saved him,
seeing as he'd gotten caught red-handed, penniless, picking the purse
of a well-known merchant in Josper, the town that was at least three
soggy miles behind them.
"Thanks anyway, then," he said resignedly, and went back to watching his boots squelch in the mud.
"Ferris --"
"--Firrin--"
"--Thief. All I ask is that you can it for a mile. Can you do that? Please?"
"O-kay."
The minotaur wheeled her head at him in exasperation, but he held his silence afterwards for a long, long time.
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