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âThanks,â Paris said, quickly slipping the article over her head.
âReason number twoâŠâ Avia droned impatiently.
âDragons originate from Spain,â Castor said proudly. âYou speak Spanish. If you use an accent, it will help with your cover.â
Avia bobbed her head happily and stepped into the dressing room, internally gagging at the thought of women who acted that way by nature. As she passed Freya, she noticed that the womanâs costume was designed to show off her undead form. The red stripes along her high socks were actually lacerations. Her stock boob window was paired with one on her side that displayed muscle-clad ribs.
âAre you ready for tonight, señorita ?â Avia asked, carefully touching up the womanâs already perfect makeup.
âMmhhmm. This is our first show in the South. Brother and I are very excited.â
âHappy to hear!â Avia realized she was running out of things to say and internally cursed the twins.
Freya opened her mouth to say something, then stopped, instead stifling a small giggle.
âQuĂ© es?â Avia ran over everything that had just happened but couldnât think of a single thing that was funny.
âI donât want to be rude,â Freya laughed, âbut your accent is terrible.â
âLatin Spanish is nothing like Spain Spanish,â Avia argued. âYou two spend every free moment in France, you should know this. Hell, you should know Spain Spanish yourselves!â
âWell, we donât,â Paris said. âBesides, youâre already dragon-ed up, and with Spain being the dragon capital⊠Donât worry, youâll be fine. I bet they wonât even notice.â
Avia swore at Gemini again, then at herself for losing that argument. âCaught me.â She smiled back and innocently twirled her hair. âMy family were some of the dragons that settled in Latin America. Iâve just moved to the homeland and am trying to get their speech patterns down.â
âOh, you donât need to worry about that,â Freya laughed with a wave of her hand. âBack when we lived in the Northern Kingdom, no one cared about silly things like accents. Yes, the dragons were a bit haughty, but Iâm sure youâll be fine.â
Avia realized this was her chance and chose her next words carefully. âYeah⊠I guess youâre right. No es fĂĄcilââ A raise of Freyaâs brow told her she pronounced the âesâ wrong, so she continued in English. âItâs not easy, you know. Everything in the North is awesome, but so strange. Why did you and your brother leave?â
âIt was a bore.â
Avia turned to see Freyr leaning on the door frame. Like his sister, his skin tight trapeze outfit displayed streaks of red painting life into his grey skin. If not for the copious amount of hair gelâand the undead thing, of courseâshe may have found him kind of cute.
âHeâs not wrong,â Freya said, turning back of Avia.
Freyr flashed a surprisingly white smile. âIâm never wrong. Day in and day out, it was either ridiculous amounts of responsibility, or laying on our asses doing nothing. Giving up godhood, that was a twist, but then it was the same routine again and again.â
âAnd that pitiful child, Roman!â Freya exclaimed with a shake of her head. âIf his mother was still queen, maybe it wouldnât have been so dreadful. Even his father would have been tolerable. But that halfling halfwit⊠He ruled for two years before his formal ascension. By the gods, it was hell. Couldnât even face the people with his stupid laws, sending that advisor of his out with every public announcementâŠâ
âNeedless to say, it was time for a change,â Freyr sighed. He looked at his sister and they both laughed hysterically. Avia stared, curious if she had missed a joke. Freyr looked at her and opened his mouth, only to clutch his side with more laugher.
âWeâre sorry, we must be slowing down your rounds,â Freya managed to get out as she wiped away tears. âWe just remembered somethingâ a joke from a couple centuries back.â
âExactly,â Freyr said. âSo, thereâs this centaur in a forest, right? Andâoh.â
It happened so quickly Avia wasnât really sure what had happened. There was a crash, a flash of silver, then a heavy thud on the ground. The next instant, Freyr was staring at the stump of his wrist. Its corresponding hand now lay on the floor beside an axe.
âOh no, oh no, oh no, I am sorry, sir.â A big, hairy manâmaybe a lycan, but he could have been human just the sameâwas on his knees, groveling outside the dressing room. âI was in a hurry to get ready and I tripped on a wire, and now Iâveââ he looked back at Freyrâs stump and began to cry.
Freya smiled and placed a hand on the manâs shoulder. âRelax, little one.â Avia found it a bit amusing, given that two of the blonde woman could have fit inside the mammothâs frame. She watched in awe as Freya calmly picked up her brotherâs hand and placed it to his wrist. No sooner had she twisted it into place than he was flexing his fingers.
âNo harm done, friend,â he said. âBut if youâll excuse us.â He turned back to Avia. âThis fellowâs right, we need to get to our places.â
Avia blushed, realizing sheâd still been staring. âSi, yeah, of course. Iâll get out of your way. Good luck.â
âThanks!â they called as she quickly made her way out of the backstage area. She shook her head, trying to make sense of what had just happened, but wasnât given a chance.
âAvia!â
She looked up to see Paris waving from the archway of a giant flashing sign reading âThe Big Top.â The rest of the tent was hidden past the stone walls. Shoving through the crowd, she squirmed her way to the front of the masses.
Avia couldnât deny, even in human glamour, Paris was still stunning. Chestnut brown
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