The Color of Blood

uh-oh

“As a matter of fact I’d love t--”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!!!”

“Uh, oh…” Symala muttered under her breath, “The ‘Over-Lord’ has returned.”

“Shh, Sym, Valdeno seems especially crabby today,” Astral warned, “and personally I don’t need a lecture or additional work!”

“Sissy,” she hissed back.

“I can’t just wave my silk-covered arm and have my work finish it’s self for me, like you can. I actually have to--”

“I SAID SHUUT UUP!!!!”

Symala and Astral cringed as Valdeno stalked passed them, through the wall they had been waiting by. Astral gave Symala a look that clearly said “Don’t you dare argue!”, and followed. Symala rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue mockingly, before dancing after both of them. When she had moved through the uneven brick of the building she saw a very dirty bar that was full of fighting people. She gazed, laughing, at a man in a dark suit who was wrestling with another man in jeans.

“GET YER ASS OVER HERE!!!”

Symala jumped and hurried to join the other two, who were floating over the bar.
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