and Seph's next breath came out in a growl, and gave a High curse that — despite its obvious vulgarities — sounded perfectly mellifluous. Trust an old language to sound like that. He'd heard that way back when, the prettiest noises had been chosen for the most acidic of obscenities, mostly because people yelled them at skybeasts and anything that sounded remotely offensive to them would only be encouragement to attack.

Once again, Seph yanked the edge of his scarf from the gooey, insubstantial velvet clutch of the security on his thin door, and re-wrapped it comfortably around his shoulders, shivering.

Stupid thing got caught every time.

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