How did you get that?
Send "How did you get that?" for your muse noticing a fresh bruise under my muse's eye.
Up until then she was almost positive no one would notice. If anyone asked -- she had slept on it funny. She heard the lasses in the kitchen say so whenever their backs were achy, and their joints made creaky, poppy sounds.
But coming face to face with her father, the lie suddenly died before it even came to be on her tongue.
“ -- Ye should see whit he looks like.”










