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“What end of a baby do you put in a blender first?”

“... the feet so you can see it’s expression.”

Stretched out on a rock, Ajmal lay on his stomach as he idly people-watched. The normal Golden Path members drove or strolled by, and the occasional herd of Sambar pranced by. Letting out a yawn, Ajmal’s brow perked when he heard footsteps down the road. They sounded angry.

His head perked up, and from a distance, the archer could see a woman storming down the road. She looked quite familiar as she drew closer, Ajmal could finally recognize her. 

It had been months since she’d seen Lakshmana, and part of her didn’t regret it. After leaving the army, Sarah had finally been given a chance to heal. No more dark rings burned under her eyes. Hardly any cuts on her pale skin. Life was good. But God, she missed her. As much as a pain the princess was, she found herself sneaking back to see Lakshmana one last time.

It was late, no doubt she’d be pissed off at being woken at this time, but Sarah could hardly believe she’d even made it into her room (powers had their perks). Taking a trembling breath, she carefully moved forward. Was she starting to cry?

❝ uh, miss. it’s best not to go that way. there are very horrible    people that just do not like a ‘no’ or anything for an answer. i    would suggest the simple route, but then again... there are    creatures around the area... ❞

          “Hold your applause ‘til I change.          Blood on Versace isn’t a good look.          Just because I’m a fashion icon, it          doesn’t mean I’ll make this become          a thing.”