I went to say her name.
But a sudden gust of wind brought her in front of me, along with a delicate palm pressed over my mouth.
I almost opened my mouth to lick it.
"Døńt ßæŷ įt."
I paused.
Shaking my head slightly, I tried to forget.
"Į úńdęrßtæńd.
Büt ŷøúr mægįčæł pręßęńßę įß mækįńg įt dįffįčúłt før mę ...Mŷ øŵń ńætúræł įńßtįńčt įß fįghtįńg mę rįght ńøŵ."
"Ŷøú ŵæńt mę tø gø?"
Going to say 'ŷęß', nod or, something.
I then suddenly thought.
If anyone would know about it, she might...
"Į ŵæńt tø æßk ŷøú ßømęthįńg, büt į čæń't hęrę. Tøø mæńŷ prŷįńg ęŷęß.
Æńd bęßįdęß, mŷ Dęmøń įß pręttŷ røúgh."
She raised an eyebrow at that.
"Røùgh?
Įt'ß thę møßt fłùęńt Į'vę hęærd įń ŷęærß?"
I scowled a bit at that.
"Øńłŷ bęæčæúßę Į dįdńt ŵæńt tø øffęńd ŷøú įń æńŷ ŵæŷ."
It was her turn to scowl now.
She turned around, and took a few steps heading for the front of the shop before stopping short and saying "Føłłøŵ mę thęń."
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DEMONS Of Drakewater
Teen FictionA Demon girl, a Monster Hunter, and a down-right nut-job, pair up together. ( The 2 of them are acquaintances, well, I guess you could give it a bit of a stretch. Friends? maybe? ). She needs their help, whether she likes it or not. She's more power...
