Teekla sighed as she looked up at the Norn. “Would you mind
reducing the volume of your vocalizations?”
The singing
drunk eyed the scholar that was attempting to wearily eat her dinner.
“Eh? What now?”
Teekla groaned another exasperated sigh.
“You are extremely loud-”
The Norn cut her off with a
roaring laugh and slapped her heartily on the back. Teekla was almost
forced headlong into her soup. “Ack,” Caedyn said through her
continued chuckles. “Já! 'Tis how
moot songs is supposed to be, small 'un!”
Teekla pressed her
face into her palm. Intolerable norn...
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