04-28-2014, 11:38 PM
Chrissie smiled, and lifted her hands to start undoing her braid. It was a bad idea. When the lights flared on, the soft pads of her fingers slid across sharp metal. Blood welled from the wounds, but she acted like she hadn't noticed and kept unbraiding her hair until the spiked leather accessories lay across the table. Her hair fell to her lower back. Having it so long helped give her a disguise when she needed it.
"I don't get compliments very often. Thank you for this one." People tended to shy away from her. They also tended to judge her as unnatural, because she did everything the opposite of what they thought it should be. And yet those same people depended on her to survive. She hunted their demons. Chrissie smiled again. It was hard not to look at the red streaks in his hair, even if the firelight that made them shimmer had been conjured by magic.
Magic was not used very commonly for such a simple task as lighting candles. It took away power that might be needed for more serious workings. And yet someone in the Inn had done just that.
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