Zef shrugged, her tail twitching where it hung down behind her barstool in idle relaxation. "Cataclysm. Danger. Woe," she said breezily. "Same as it ever was, hmm? Survive one world-shaking upheaval and it's on ta the next." She took an appreciative sip of her drink, her grin carefree in spite of her words. "Haven't heard a peep in the rumor mill about anyone knowing anything specific they could plan for, so you might as well have fun while you can, hey? She'll be back and putting ya to work soon enough, handsome." Whether what came was an invasion, a plague, a curse, or some new and exciting trauma, worrying about it wouldn't slow its arrival one minute.
His return to more cheerful conversation had Zef grinning her sharp-toothed grin and running a finger along the rim of her glass. "I mean it's not a nice, toasty lava bath," she admitted, the purr coming back into her voice. "And I could do with some warming up, hot stuff. But it's not cold enough ta keep me off a board when the waves are this heavy." And Apopo was comfortably nearby on her gore crow wings if she needed to shake the Flowerbirth chill out of her bones.
As for Torchline's trade? Zef shrugged and took another sip before turning the conversation to something more interesting. Like Ronin and his home, up in those god-haunted glaciers. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder - when the beholder wasn't turned to stone - but one black brow arched in disbelief at his description and she laughed. "Go on, then, pull the other one! It's got bells on! And where does the water go, then? Ta the moon?"
His return to more cheerful conversation had Zef grinning her sharp-toothed grin and running a finger along the rim of her glass. "I mean it's not a nice, toasty lava bath," she admitted, the purr coming back into her voice. "And I could do with some warming up, hot stuff. But it's not cold enough ta keep me off a board when the waves are this heavy." And Apopo was comfortably nearby on her gore crow wings if she needed to shake the Flowerbirth chill out of her bones.
As for Torchline's trade? Zef shrugged and took another sip before turning the conversation to something more interesting. Like Ronin and his home, up in those god-haunted glaciers. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder - when the beholder wasn't turned to stone - but one black brow arched in disbelief at his description and she laughed. "Go on, then, pull the other one! It's got bells on! And where does the water go, then? Ta the moon?"
