Alone with Giddon again, Bitterblue considered him, rather liking the mud streaks on his face. He looked like a handsome sunken rowboat.
Kristin CashoreKatsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.
Kristin CashoreBrigan," she said, annoyed that he had not understood. "Iโll always be beautiful. Look at me. I have one hundred and sixty two bug bites, and has it made me any less beautiful? Iโm missing two fingers and I have scars all over, but does anyone care? No! It just makes me more interesting! Iโll always be like this, stuck in this beautiful form, and youโll have to deal with it." He seemed to sense that she expected a grave response, but for the moment, he was incapable. "I suppose itโs a burden I must bear," he said, grinning.
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