They weren't overestimating the impending weather, no... it will be much worse than they say. The way the air smelled, the way my horns rattled... those who left chose well.

[But she smiled and tipped her hat.]

We live in Prismatica. Naturally I speak of other feasting. ...Coupled with the fact that, as a Sanguis, I am instinctually vexed that you seem to smell strongly of another.