[ If Fern knew that he mistook her for an elf, she might resent the implication—
As things stand, the stranger still gives her plenty to resent. When she realizes that his sharp words are directed at her, her gaze snaps over. The crude language she barely reacts to, but the ire and judgment feels unnecessary in these circumstances. ]
It was what they offered me.
[ She truly had considered simply walking, but the way the masked man's voice had shifted when he'd spoken of the dangers of "the Fringes" had given her pause. Now she's wondering if she should have simply tried her luck.
(No, shifters don't rely on things such as luck; only their own ability.) ]
I have little idea how to operate one of those, either. [ She nods toward one of the nearby cars. So really, what difference does it make? ]
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As things stand, the stranger still gives her plenty to resent. When she realizes that his sharp words are directed at her, her gaze snaps over. The crude language she barely reacts to, but the ire and judgment feels unnecessary in these circumstances. ]
It was what they offered me.
[ She truly had considered simply walking, but the way the masked man's voice had shifted when he'd spoken of the dangers of "the Fringes" had given her pause. Now she's wondering if she should have simply tried her luck.
(No, shifters don't rely on things such as luck; only their own ability.) ]
I have little idea how to operate one of those, either. [ She nods toward one of the nearby cars. So really, what difference does it make? ]