[center][h2][color=f7941d]Martha[/color] & [color=6ecff6]Annie[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][h2] Shelter at last. III [/h2][/center]
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[color=f7941d]" You talk.. Funny. " Squinted the woman, the comment almost child-like in manner. This wasn't a joke, as it was more of Martha not knowing how to keep her inner thoughts, inner. Anath had a peculiar way of speaking, Something the outlaw assumed anyone could see. She spoke like.. Like royalty, almost. " I get what yer sayin' though.. This world is a cruel place to live in, 'specially for the youngin's I've experienced first hand what .. The cruel can do to the unfortunate. " Thin brows knitted tight together, eyes glaring down at the appendage stretched out towards her. " Er.. " The words which were to follow would only cause that look of confusion to deepen. A spirit? What does she mean spirit? Honor? Martha was far from honorable.. " Listen, ma'am.. I ain't the brightest of people, but I doubt any sane person would understand whatever the fuck you just said.. " Eyes went upwards, to stare at the ruby-eye'd " spirit "[/color]