Golden Hour
04-14-2014, 06:09 PM
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Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone She almost nodded off on him. Was he really that boring? Her movements were jerky and nervous, and the more she fidgeted the more Sucre remembered about their first encounter. She was one of those twitchy nervous-y types. Like a wolf-sized squirrel. He hadn't slept with this one; that much he remembered. Her name still escaped him. She scrambled away from his herbs and the brute took her place. He flopped down among them and started looking them over for the choice pieces. The lively looking ones were pulled out by the stems and laid to the side while he hunted for more. It was a good patch and in seconds he had a decent pile going. Already he had enough to keep him occupied for quite some time. She asked him a question and he replied without looking up. "Oh, the leaves of this plant are good for just about everything." A stab of pain shot through his chest and it took Sucre a moment to answer her second question. "Kinda, but you don't waste this stuff on injures. It works its magic from the inside." The brute tilted the left side of his head up so he could look at her out of the side of his eye. "Haven't you ever seen this stuff before? I thought everyone knew about it." |
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