“–A God,” you replied lowly. “Is t'at so. Yer not tall enough.”

                      “ ooh --- lovin’ th’hair you got there. “ a sense of awe lingers in her accented tone, admiration towards anyone with colorful locks almost always expressed immediately. a uniquely creative expression, so the witch thought. she had tried on a few occasions to dye her own mane crazy colors, though now it has been idled at a bleached blonde & black streaks until she had energy to actually paint it purple or something. “ how did you get it to be so bright ? “ 

   To say the least this woman wasn’t the least bit interested in talking to anyone, hell she wasn’t even in the mood to be around a person. Nonetheless here she was bumping into someone in the middle of town, perhaps she shouldn’t get lost in thought this often. But she decided to play it off as if the other bumped into her instead.

           “ Why should I tell you a goddamn thing? Nothin’ in it for me. ”

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