[pnpgm] Of bomz, what's a bomz?

[d kerr]

Maelorna passed Lucria by with a light playful caress upon his shoulder as
she giggles and stops as she finds Fremea and then turns her gaze upon the
man staring at her, her smile warms while her eyes promise him more in a
glance than a wife might offer in his lifetime.  However, the Fae's actions
cause her more than a momentary pang of envy.  While keeping the male's
attention as almost an afterthought, '*See how easy it is little one*.' the
familiar voice whispers, '*just ask him to do something for you*.' as
Maelorna for once isn't arguing, she can see it in the man's eyes.
However, her attention diverts from him to the fae .
The dexterity employed with the fae's fingers is something she can only
dream of, as the knife finds a new home and Maelorna almost wanted to
cheer, as she can already guess the outcome and chaos that will ensue from
the actions.

Once the show is over and Fremea has lost the entertainment from her
victims, Maelorna has to fight the urge to follow the voice's instruction
and stops herself, while her enjoyment of teasing the man hadn't ended yet,
the companion she sought after had moved on and she walks by the man with a
slow languid pace, giving him a knowing smile and sidelong glance.

She sits down next to Fremea and doesn't say anything, just glad for once
to be near another who has to hide in plain site.

Z'leyra's proclamation wasn't unexpected and she was happy to accept it,
preferring to move on to possibly another town or city, she moves to change
into her traveling attire and armor.
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