Nov 25, 2019 11:56 pm
Moonbeam says:
"Honored mother," Verrian says formally, around her gasping for breath as the combined toll of the battle, heat exposure, and full-tilt running finally has time to register, "you should take what you can carry and get away from here. No one is trying to fight the fire, and there's... well, some sort of living fire monster following it."The old woman barks out a laugh and whacks at Coreene with the end of her broom. "You people!" she cackles, and turns and swings the bristle-end at Verrian. "You don't care a bent brass coin about any of us except when," *swing* "you," *whack* "come around giving," *smack* "orders!"
"Whoops!"
She overbalances on her last attempted beat-down and tumbles forward awkwardly, well on her way toward falling to the ground.