Dusk Rainblade
Minister of Misanthropy, Duchess of Westisle
Staff member
Minister: Misanthropy
Fortuna Survivor
The hare snorted derisively, her paws moving to ably peel a strip away from a rod of sugar cane, extracting the core from the protective shell. "Y'mean 'em boomy sticks? Yeah, 'ey were firin' 'em abou' like kits w' a new toy. 'It Mr. Dunmeadow in th' arm, bu' 'e's dim 'nuff 'e once beamed 'himself wivvis own fron' door, so 'e didn' know be'r 'nuff t' duck. 'E's fine now, 'ealer dug ou' th' ball an' set th' break. Shoul' 'eal up, she says." She narrowed her eyes. "Don' go tellin' me y' came 'ere chasin' 'em damn fool things."
