[ "Slow and easy." Perhaps it's not a bad thing to want that out of a day to day job, though Fern isn't sure that it would be for her. Working in the inn with Quara had been different. It's where she lived; working there was how she earned her keep. The people coming through had usually made it interesting, if nothing else.
Sometimes, she did even get to break up fights.
She isn't expecting that question, asked with such bluntness and out of nowhere. It causes her to tense, if only because she's expecting the judgment or disdain that might follow. Then again, people knew what shifters were where she came from; they would have never mistaken her for human. ]
No. [ Isn't that much obvious? Her nose, her fangs, her eyes, her ears. Still, maybe this person didn't know how else to ask. ] I'm a shifter.
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Sometimes, she did even get to break up fights.
She isn't expecting that question, asked with such bluntness and out of nowhere. It causes her to tense, if only because she's expecting the judgment or disdain that might follow. Then again, people knew what shifters were where she came from; they would have never mistaken her for human. ]
No. [ Isn't that much obvious? Her nose, her fangs, her eyes, her ears. Still, maybe this person didn't know how else to ask. ] I'm a shifter.