jane
The creature… thing, looked nearly guiltily at Jane. But it was Jane who felt guilt at her analysis. But she remembered Salome and the way she had held mortality in her maws. She remembered the stories of kelpies by the sea, the way Hardison had refused to let Jane go down to the shoreline after dark. In her nervous state, Jane also cast a glance to the equine’s companion, a reptilian creature that was completely unknown to Jane’s understanding of the world. Both figures sported an extra pair of eyes, and Jane shifted where she stood.
I’m not a kelpie. Promise.
“Oh, I- sorry,” Jane laughed a little at the mare’s words, “I don’t mean to assume, I’ve just… met many different characters recently, so I can’t trust as easily as I used to.” She tried to sound easy, but she was already an awkward thing without the stress of analysing the world around her. “And I…” She glanced away, “I prefer salmon, myself.” When she had lacked iron, her mother had taken her to the streams for the red-fleshed fish, although she could barely remember the taste.
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