Witch's Hut (Tempo)
Lolaf
11-01-2020, 06:39 PM
Oh, thank whatever gods existed, even himself. He barely stopped as he turned to see the frog dangling from its own skull pile, scrambling to lift itself back up from its embarrassment. For the first time in a long time, a laugh lifted from him, not something he expected, but something about seeing such a threatening creature trip itself up caused a bubble of levity to burst from his lungs. Just as Tempo was slowing, panting, his senses would be assaulted by a puff of smoke and he skittered back. His eyes opening wide as the crone pointed at him and seemed to mutter a curse... and Tempo couldn't help but feel a little less scared by this than everything else he'd encountered. A calm coming over his features. There was little anyone could curse him with that was worse than his own blood-born curse. Still, he owed it to the woman to try and appologize for stealing her stuff... "Speech" |
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