She wants to dance like Uma Thurman

“Well good marning!” Dumois greeted enthusiastically. “Or I guess I should say Mawning.” Bontemps hooted sardonic laughter in response to his companion’s pun and Dumois joined him. “I don’t believe we’ve met,”he paused then and added “Then again that goes for most of the pack as well.” He gave her a slight smile and a shrug.

“I am Dumois Rosario, and my golden friend here is Bontemps.” The baboon lifted his lip to show off his disproportionately large teeth and raised a hand in a gentle wave before he carried on inspecting the bush.

He paused then seemed to look at something just above her head. She had a spirit tied to her; a small one, a weak one; nowhere near as fierce or saturated as the Apollyon’s, but a dark passanger nonetheless.

He sneezed then and turned his head away, carefully excusing his entranced staring. He sniffed and wiped at his nose with his wrist. “Sorry ‘bout that. “ He said, and added “Pollen” hoping the girl would ignore that they were already early into winter.

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