Oh she was definitely one of those. In his mind's eye, he saw the maniacal edge that overtook his young sister, Reines El Melloi Archisorte, in moments when she was feeling particularly knavish and tired of the games of fake politeness. Her flaxen hair, straight as rain, only helped her look like a doll: her eyes, wide as the full moon and sharpened to an obsidian edge with rage and bloodlust, had rent him thousands of times over.
The dramatic caterwauling, at least, was new.
Stepping back, the young Lord scoffed.
"Why yes, because we're fresh out of cheese toasties and chip butties. The tea is muddy anyway-- and it's a miracle there's even marmite in town."
Running a gloved hand through his hair, he sucked in a deep breath and hoped that the headache he felt slowly building in the back of his head wouldn't overtake him.
"Forget the scones. Forget beans and toast. Once you're done with your howling and tantruming like an infant, we can get you out of the sand and get you some local news. Because-- I'm sorry. We're rather far from the nearest Tesco, and we've lost our backbone along the way."
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Oh she was definitely one of those. In his mind's eye, he saw the maniacal edge that overtook his young sister, Reines El Melloi Archisorte, in moments when she was feeling particularly knavish and tired of the games of fake politeness. Her flaxen hair, straight as rain, only helped her look like a doll: her eyes, wide as the full moon and sharpened to an obsidian edge with rage and bloodlust, had rent him thousands of times over.
The dramatic caterwauling, at least, was new.
Stepping back, the young Lord scoffed.
"Why yes, because we're fresh out of cheese toasties and chip butties. The tea is muddy anyway-- and it's a miracle there's even marmite in town."
Running a gloved hand through his hair, he sucked in a deep breath and hoped that the headache he felt slowly building in the back of his head wouldn't overtake him.
"Forget the scones. Forget beans and toast. Once you're done with your howling and tantruming like an infant, we can get you out of the sand and get you some local news. Because-- I'm sorry. We're rather far from the nearest Tesco, and we've lost our backbone along the way."