"What's that got to do with anything?" She juggles her knives.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Viper glances up at her groan but looks back to ((@KaraSteven's character)).
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Well, if it hurts that much, you could always just -" she drags a hand across her throat. "Or I could do it for you. Would you like that? I'm running low on blood, after all."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"I'll try to remember not to kill too many birds, then." She seems a bit disappointed.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Of course. But then I can't just kill random birds, you see?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
