𝕬𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝕷𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖞 - [𝗞𝗮𝘇 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗸𝗲𝗿]

𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘- 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 — down goes the bastard

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 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 quite liked to sneak into an inn and slither beneath freshly cleaned sheets; it would beat her little bedroom at the Slat, and it would certainly beat falling asleep in the prison they were about to break into... alas, there was simply no time to rest. They had to get on one of those rickety old wagons tonight, lest they miss the celebrations of Hringkälla.

 Nina had been the one to volunteer herself up for the task of chatting up the locals. She'd set out to try and discover the best place to lay their ambush for the wagon; Aleksa had offered to accompany... but in a land flooded with their enemies, it was best to let Nina go alone.

 After the absolute horrors they'd had pushed before them within Gestinge's; charred bread, odd-smelling herring, mouldy butter and sloppy soup, Aleksa had almost grabbed Kaz by his silly collar to demand something that wouldn't make her vomit.

 Thus they began their wait for lovely Nina Zenik in one of the small and crowded bakeries. It was a quaint little place, glass shelves lined with biscuits and jars of jam in all different flavours. There were bags of freshly made sweets, twisted pastries and biscuits that were shaped like wolves.

 Their table was smothered in plastic wrappers and paper napkins. Crumbs had been spilled, little sugar granules sprinkled to and fro as they munched and nibbled on their sweet treats. Aleksa had stuffed three cherry-filled pastries, an almond-flavoured wolf cookie and two and a half cups of sweetened hot chocolate into her gut... now, she leaned back in her chair, hands rubbing circles on her belly.

 Inej tucked her smile behind her hands, "People are staring at you, Aleksa."

 Aleksa blinked a bleary eye, peering up at some of the people still pottering around the bakery. A lovely middle-aged woman with Fjerdan blond hair left over her shoulders smiled, eyes cast to Aleksa's bloated belly. Aleksa turned back to her group, "They think I'm pregnant."

 Inej ducked her head, and even Matthias who'd neglected his — now cold — hot chocolate and cookie to stare out the window, snorted.

 Kaz felt his own lips curl for a moment as he briefly glanced at the mess before her. Stacks of wrappers, two absolutely drained cups of warm hot chocolate... Then he looked at her, how she seemed to be moulding into the shape of the chair, her belly poking out, trying to keep from exploding, "You eat like a pregnant woman."

 "I just don't stop until I'm satisfied." Aleksa chuckled, gleaming teeth on full display, her tongue still wrapped with cherry, "Which can be applied to many of the things I do."

 A chunk of biscuit smacked her straight in the forehead, Inej Ghafa was the culprit, "Don't be so vulgar."

 "She knows how to be little else." Said Matthias, and though he'd most certainly meant it as an insult, Aleksa bellowed, fingers patting her belly.