"Hold up, pinky!"
Miraye scowled, and turned to face Matthias.
"Don't call me pinky."
"Sorry. Where are you headed?"
"Not that it's any business of yours, but I'm going to the ball at the castle."
"There's a ball at the castle? Who all is gunna be there?"
"Probably a few nobles and the people who live around here, idiot."
Matthias nodded, then looked to Farrago. "Up for a ball?"
"Yes, Merlin, I agree, she's quite rude- huh?" Her eyes shone. She'd never been to a ball before. "Yes."
"Alrighty. Anyway, to answer your question, I'm lookin' for the Sink so I can find out what kinda info they have on Larkin. And maybe help them plan an attack or two."
This caused Miraye to pause. "What do you have against Larkin?"
"Well, he locked me up twice, locked poor Farrago over there up-" the girl couldn't hear him, she was talking to Merlin again, "-without feeding her, oppresses his people, and I've got this theory that he molests this kid I met named Tic. 'sides, he pisses me off-"
"YOU KNOW TIC!?"
Miraye had frozen as soon as she heard the name and slowly turned to face the blue-haired stranger.
"Yeah, I met him a while ag-"
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!"
Matthias blinked behind his huge goggles. "Last time I saw him he was in one of the guest rooms in Larkin's-"
By now, Miraye had reached up and grabbed the front of his trenchcoat, and was throttling him.
"DID LARKIN DO ANYTHING TO HIM!? I'll kill him if he did..."
"He looked in pretty good shape... although Larkin did have him in a bedchamber, which comes back to my theory of molestation-"
Matthias paused and looked at the rose-haired girl. Her eyes had shifted color. A nearby tree exploded, the remains catching fire.
"Can I trust you on this?" she said through clenched teeth.
"I'm tellin' the truth..."
"COME ON," she scowled, walking down the path. Matthias shrugged, motioning for Farrago to follow. Stelon and Imera followed Miraye obediently, closer and closer to the castle.
1.03.2008
An ally, anger and explosions.
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