Was she pure? Papa would have said yes, that she was conceived in love and born into a world where she was wanted, that the demon was only as dominant as she let it be. Echo never really thought of the Wolf as a taint, just an accident of birth. A priest might disagree, but she didn't feel as if she needed cleansing.
"They're not nightmares," she said, lowering her voice a notch, and now she was blushing, both because it was weird to talk about with someone else and because the presence of someone so lovely was turning her stomach into one solid knot. "I thought it was something I ate at first, that something at dinner didn't agree with me, but then I got off the road and the dreams were still there."
The hybrid coughed self-consciously, drew a line on the polished floor with the toe of her shoe. She wanted to draw the other woman's face, to sketch it out on paper when she was alone. She'd worked from memory before, maybe she could do her justice. There were, what, five or six years age difference between them?
"I didn't figure this place to be enlightened enough to sustain a place like this," she said, risking a look at the other brunette and wishing she was suave - and brave - enough to go ahead and ask her name. "I traveled down from Seattle, so I didn't know really small towns kept up with funky places that do your kind of business."
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Was she pure? Papa would have said yes, that she was conceived in love and born into a world where she was wanted, that the demon was only as dominant as she let it be. Echo never really thought of the Wolf as a taint, just an accident of birth. A priest might disagree, but she didn't feel as if she needed cleansing.
"They're not nightmares," she said, lowering her voice a notch, and now she was blushing, both because it was weird to talk about with someone else and because the presence of someone so lovely was turning her stomach into one solid knot. "I thought it was something I ate at first, that something at dinner didn't agree with me, but then I got off the road and the dreams were still there."
The hybrid coughed self-consciously, drew a line on the polished floor with the toe of her shoe. She wanted to draw the other woman's face, to sketch it out on paper when she was alone. She'd worked from memory before, maybe she could do her justice. There were, what, five or six years age difference between them?
"I didn't figure this place to be enlightened enough to sustain a place like this," she said, risking a look at the other brunette and wishing she was suave - and brave - enough to go ahead and ask her name. "I traveled down from Seattle, so I didn't know really small towns kept up with funky places that do your kind of business."