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 I have to keep watching myself on that XD, since my side characters tend to be a bit uh . . . . wild.

Ooh, familiar feeling! I have a side character who’s trying to usurp Liorah’s position, and he’s doing a pretty good job of it. *Sighhh* And Sahar and Acyn of course XD Those two are everyone’s favorites XD They have fewer… issues than Liorah.

Okay, I loved reacting to that!!!!

XD! That was so much fun! I forgot Dancrow is a bit vain XD That actually makes it better. I wish Liorah could read his mind, she’d be so proud of being ‘the snarkiest, rudest, most impertinent, brattiest girl he’d ever met.’ Or would she be disappointed that he already has a bad opinion of her? I actually don’t know. Let’s find out!

Liorah

Dancrow’s eyes widened in disbelief, then anger. I crossed my arms and glared at him. If he was so desperate to keep his ego unscathed, he should stop hurling around rude comments.

He grinned, but it seemed strained. Somehow, I’d managed to touch a nerve.

“Well, my lady, I’m glad you like it. A hunk of coal is what I was trying to imitate, actually. I’m glad it is effective. When you are creeping through dark train-yards to blow up the cargo of enemy soldiers, it would be best to look like coal.” He said, the sarcasm clear in his voice.

I narrowed my eyes, almost certain he was making fun of me. Train? Cargo? Train-yards? Was he making up words to confuse me? Then I remembered he was from a different world, with different things. I wasn’t about to ask. I half-smiled, imagining what my friend Acyn would have done. He would have asked a hundred questions by this time, out of sheer curiosity.

Dancrow was glaring at me, clearly trying to keep from saying something rude. I grinned back, daring him to try it. I was bored, and it might be fun to engage in a battle of insults. I would win.

Gavril glared daggers at me. No, more like full-fledged hunting javelins. I raised an eyebrow. What was he going to do about it? I could say whatever I wanted.

As I glanced back at Dancrow, my smile faded. There it was again. The familiar look of dislike. I’d seen it often, after almost every meeting. He was comparing me to Gavril and trying to understand how the perfect crown-prince could have a sister like that. I shrugged, almost imperceptibly, and stared at the toes of my boots, noting the dried blood on the bandage and the side of the boot. My leg ached. I shouldn’t have used it that much.

After all, what did it matter? Distaste now, or disappointment later. The least I could do was get it over with as soon as possible. If people knew my worst side from the start, I wouldn’t have to get attached before they found out I wasn’t nearly as good as Gavril.

“Good morning. Or evening. Does anyone know?” The small man had fluttered to Riure’s shoulder.

“Late afternoon, where I came from,” Gavril responded, politely and automatically. I rolled my eyes. It had clearly been intended as a joke, but Gavril saw it as an opportunity to help.

“Now let us see who the new folks are.” The small man made an orb of light materialize and cast it to the ceiling, lighting up the cave. Gavril recoiled a step, surprised. I grinned. I wasn’t going to warn him about the dragons. That would be hilarious.

“Well, well, well. Two more misfits lost in a world between worlds.”

Gavril smiled, and I frowned. How did Gavril manage to keep his temper? He’d been insulted, or close, at least three times in the last ten minutes, and he hadn’t even gotten angry. I couldn’t help myself, the familiar spite flared up in me, the feeling that I would never measure up to Gavril.

“People in parchment tents shouldn’t throw stones, at least he doesn’t have wings,” I mumbled under my breath. It didn’t matter what I said. I would always fall short of Gavril, so why try?

Gavril glared at me, trying to shut me up by sheer force of willpower. He didn’t have to bother. He would look better by comparison.

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Ummm… Okay. I wasn’t expecting that. Liorah is in a rather contemplative mood, I suppose.