Peaches wanted to slap Roo again and again and again but but but he … she stomped, despite her dagger stilettos, as if she could stab the cobble as much as she wanted to stab Roo for his stupid idiotic …
Peaches knew he was in charge, for now, but, in her face, like that? This wasn’t … wasn’t fair.
All because she made a mistake. Got carried away by lightspawn … and she was lightspawn so, why … he said how much he cared but if …
Nonono.
This alley was as narrow as Roo’s mind. Really.
As shadowy as his stupid stupid … stupid!
He was getting too tall for his trousers. As tall as these crazy hills. With the towering high houses right on top. Sheesh. Darkspawn would tire themselves out climbing over hill after hill, except climbing the houses, traveling by rooftop … no.
She needed to stick to these alleys, with the jetty cover, until she could sense danger incoming.
As a forest elf, a very tasty forest elf now, so tasty she could now smell her own peachy stink, sheesh. She’d be waaay too vulnerable to an attack from above if she went out to those wide exposed streets now.
She held her wrist. Her ruby glove. The way it ringed her finger like like like he should of wanted to ring her if … but no.
She really did break his heart.
The cracks of her dagger alicorn on the cobble, sheesh, no need to rub it in.
Sorry … no, too late for sorry. Just go familiar. She did. Just accept it. Yes. She accepted it. Better than … whatever.
Maybe she … some slutty elf girl stuff would … ease his heart some. Her outfit was a start. Let him know she wasn’t … well … she wasn’t as experienced with that as she looked but … maybe … some sexy time would help him forgive her. Some.
But first she needed to finish off the darkspawn within the town.
Only three more – if that pink slut spoke the truth – big if.
Assuming it was only dragon elves. Other darkspawn could fly. They could of carried smaller darkspawn in too. That log palisade wasn’t that high.
But this place was emptier than a tree hollow.
Too quiet.
Like … there were too many predators nearby and darkspawn …
Wait.
She was the Amber Death – not some wimpy pathetic elf lass.
And there should be bangs, boom from the battle beyond the canyon path, but she couldn’t hear any of it. Not even any rumbles from actual thunder form the coming storm. The sky was still a rosy pink. Not a cloud anywhere. Yet. And there should be.
Something was off.
Big time.
And she was doing the predictable – just as the unexpected happened.