I voted today! Nerves about that occupied my mind most of the day, but then I came home and banged out some words. Continued my work on Silent Goddess today.
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Something big slammed down around him. Eral looked up, startled, and sighed as he found a strainer of some kind for cleaning vegetables had been set over him. The holes in it were long and narrow, leaving no chance for even him to slip through while giving him enough of a view of the two faces that leaned in to investigate him.
Eral shifted so he sat cross legged, and politely applauded the pair. “You got me! Congratulations, you’re rude and thorough.”
The pair blinked, then exchanged a look, then looked back at him. The man cleared his throat and nodded at the colander with a pointed expression. “That’s right, fae,” he assured him. “We’ve got you stuck, and there’s iron in that thing, so you’re not about to go pushing it around or playing your tricks through it.”
Eral stared at him, making an awkward pause as he made sure the guy didn’t have more bravado for him. “I’ve done no one any wrong here,” he said, surprisingly level for how annoyed he was. These people were superstitious, he understood, but all the same it slowed him down. “What exactly do you think I’d do, aside from hurt your feelings with some bad language?”