Her finger caressed the knife-trimmed edge of the talon she’d broken against her warrior’s neck, and wondered if that was still true.
A horseless carriage growled down the road beyond the line of trees at the front of the property. One of the new Model Ts, or Model As, or Model Another Stupid Meaningless Human Word. What was a T? Or an A? You couldn’t point at a tree or a human or dirt or the Sun or even a despicable elf and say This is a T. More than one human had told her they were marks on paper, but that had to be a human prank. Why would you give marks on paper a name? You could make countless marks, of any sort you wanted, before using the paper to scrape your ass clean.
Perhaps the walk would shift the brick blocking Mha’s guts.
It wasn’t as painful as the brick in her throat, th
