[Qunari, he thinks at first, watching the horned woman. But the color is off, the eyes are off... the hooves and tail doesn't belong.
His hands clench, his stance changes.
The only other thing she reminds him of is a demon, and he could imagine the sweet voice, the tempting offers. This, too, does not belong as he hears her normal voice, her casual mention of his gem-related issues.
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His hands clench, his stance changes.
The only other thing she reminds him of is a demon, and he could imagine the sweet voice, the tempting offers. This, too, does not belong as he hears her normal voice, her casual mention of his gem-related issues.
No mockery, no promises.]
I don't want it.