Anything I say you lie along with me
Every song you sing is all because of me
Scorch speaks and I am unable to hide my surprise, though I do my best to quench it. Is this mare mad? Absolutely ranting, raving mad? Our last meeting was very civil, very well - and now this? My brows furrow at her words, and I know instantly that she is wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. Everything she is saying is a lie, because she doesn't understand. She thinks she does, but she doesn't.
I am the king of the greatest kingdom in Beqanna.
She has stolen from us, and a child at that.
She is wrong, I am right. It's so black and white, it's so simple, it's so OBVIOUS.
"It appears this meeting has come to an end, then," I say, rolling my eyes at the return of the mare that stole the colt. Oh great, I hope she stands near me and breathes heavily some more. She is a liar, too, they both are. Not to be trusted, really, just to be thrown to the dogs.
And she speaks to the mare about what they should do. Hah! I could laugh! I come here on my own free will, despite what either may think, and I leave on my own free will as well. "It was quite the pleasure doing business with you and your bloodrider," I say, though malice is heavy and obvious in my voice. I turn without much more, glad that we're just within the border, and leave the Amazons.
Fuck those bitches, I have better things to do. Like return to my kingdom.
Anytime I cry you always laugh at me.
No matter what you do you belong to me
I’ve been reading in National Geographic about the Natives of Papua New Guinea. They would go to war with a neighboring tribe, when they conquered them the winners would eat the vanquished tribe’s best warriors, their medicine man, and their chief. Do you think it's possible to take someone's power by eating their flesh? Or could you do it just by bathing in their blood?
