"They'd probably be surprised I don't have hooves," she states dryly. In her experience, get too many humans together who love the sound of their own voices, and suddenly her race are a bunch of mooing farm animals.

"Okay, fair, but don't these shard things fuck with people's hands? Like I can't imagine the fucking things aren't going to rot off. I'll kill you if you tell Korrin I said that; she's smitten with her girl, but I don't think green Fade shit is going to play nice trapped under the skin." Hey, Araceli sounds nice, and she sure as the Void doesn't wish this upon her, but it seems bound to happen, doesn't it?