the joys of teething

It wasn't long before Luce mad herself known. The older black and white femme came froth from her herbal smelling den with ease. The supple yet feminine tones of her aunt filled the air and Banshee aimed to lock eyes with her. A little shrug could be seen as those beaming baby blues seemed to soar with irritation. "Ever since the festival my upper jaw and gums have been hurting a lot." Was it dumb of her to choose the strange magic nonsense as a prize? Was this the consequence?

After a moment Banshee sighed softly, "Sometimes I can taste blood too." It was only when she ate or spoke too much. But, at times her spit would have a swirl of deep red. The thoughts of such caused her to shake her head, "I just need to know what's wrong with me."

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