Nevais Duleus

Mmmgnnngnngn..

….mmgmngn.

Well then they’re stupid.

I hate some men.

Humph.

[She crosses her arms.]

You are a good soul.

I like you.

[She sits calmly.]

I don’t understand how you haven’t been snatched up. A good cook and good at hair.

[Wasnt a flirt. Just facts.]

…

I cannot get it to look right. And my arms ache.

Are you sure?

[brushing her hair. But struggling to put it back into a braid.

She curses.]

👁️👁️

I do have. Quite the behind.

All magic casters have a fat ass that's where we store our spell slots.

Fine. I will deal with it myself.

…

[Offers loaf. She loves making bread. It seems the only thing she can get right.]

I am going to be so blunt.

Does anyone want to 👌🤏 I am. You know.

So you should. You’re a hansome young man. And you’ll age like a fine wine.

You’ll be fine when the time comes for it.

[practicing her magic. Things are getting blasted with lighting.]

Why does your age matter. Your third decade as a human? You’re not even half way through your life span.

If you’re enjoying yourself now, isn’t that enough?

Ah.

That old chestnut.

[She rubs her chin in thought. She’s had similar thoughts. But she doesn’t want to make it about her.

She’s a grump. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t have empathy.]

Sometimes you have to choose your priorities. You’re only mortal, right? But that can be hard. Lord of … unknowns.

Oh?

Everything alright?

You good?

Oi.

Moo.

[lies facedown into the grass. Annoyed at something.]

Why… are tall people so tall…

[growl.]

…. Yes.

Going.

I…

Makes sense. I guess. A little invasive. But.

WHAT?!

[She rolls her eyes, fetching an opener for the bottle.]

Did you throw this around? How old is this?

i am not normal.

Red.