>>6114560Stupid bright-eyed, fair-skinned, tall-but-not-too-tall, tight-n’-curvy Enid in that fucking skintight ‘catsuit’ get-up with the expensive little shiny bits and bobs to draw attention HERE and THERE and who was ALWAYS hanging off of James Efron when you lot used to adventure together, on the one or two mission where it had been impractical to get by with only one rogue. The same James ‘Jimmy’ Efron who YOU changed shape and shade for, at least in PART, and who told YOU that you ought to stop adventuring and settle down like a ‘proper lady’? THAT Jimmy was off adventuring with ENID. Unreachable without weeks fo travel and searching, for OVER A YEAR.
“A-anyway,” CZ blurts out, “so, they’re busy an’ we can’t join up with them for this. And nobody else will take us. So…”
“So recruiting,” you again confirm, standing up. “An’ times a-wasting. I’m tired of living like a refugee.”
“Well, we sort of ARE ref—” CZ begins.
You rise to your feet, kicking your chair back with a clatter and squeak that rouses the familiar, feathered lump upon your window-sill. A frog-like face opens a single bulging green eye as you belt out:
“We’re gonna’ start makin’ proper coin again, and then we’ll SHOW him just how proper these ladies are!”
“Yeah… Proper ladies,” CZ mumbles. “Both of us…”
You’re not sure what to make of the comment, but in all honesty you’re hardly listening. Rather, you’re strapping on the leather pauldron which serves as perch. Once it’s affixed, you pat it twice, and whistle. The feathered drake who ahs been your constant companion, and your sole hand-me-down from Mom, spreads his wings. Smaller than a cat save for his age-paled, once-golden wings, Hershy nevertheless fluttered obediently to alight upon you, like the parrot of some landlocked pirate.
“Let’s go!"
