#fantasy stuck

original pen art!

Fantasystuck

Selkie kisses are tickly and smell like fish.

      Vreskah Spenrette slipped into the alleyway, relieved to enter the its relative cool after many minutes under the hot Alerian sun. As she slipped further into the shadows, the noise of the street behind her faded into a dull roar. When she was deep enough in so as to be invisible from the street, she stopped and reached into her sash, and withdrew a small leather purse. Crouching, she set it on the ground, where she pulled the drawstrings open and peered inside. She allowed herself a grin. The take was excellent - as she had suspected by its weight, most of the coins in the bag were gold.        She counted eight total. Hesitating a moment, she lifted three in her hand, examining them carefully. It seemed a fair commission to her, really. Nobody could say she wasn't paying back the Spider-Mother for her years of generosity and protection - she was leaving her the lion's share of her winnings. If she was fortunate, the Spider-Mother need never know what was missing. And one thing, she thought, would always be certain: fortune smiled upon Vreskah Spenrette.