[color=f49ac2]"I am watching, but I do not know what I must be seeing here."[/color]

Marina wrinkled her nose at the chittering insectoid gypsy that now stood before her. It was an offense to her senses, her upbringing, and her heritage. More importantly, it was something that was happening when she did not [i]permit[/i] it. Come next turn, she would come down upon this creature like the fist of God.

There was also someone off in the distance, saying something about breakfast. Bah! Breakfast was for the weak. A superior being such as herself only required one meal a day!

[@Doc Doctor]