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"Ten crowns, prala! Unless you are not so confident--I can always lower it in case you think Fonso cannot do it!" she teased him, laughing. "Kizzy and I will see to it that you have a fine meal of dust and dirt." Not that she was entirely confident she and Kizzy could out race the pair of them, but she was at least certain she would give him a good race for it.
"Not even a flinch, Jehan!" she responded confidently...but that too was a lie. Oh, she was well prepared to do a lot of flinching and wincing and plenty of pained little noises. Having experienced the receiving of a tattoo before, she knew that it would be no bright and sunny walk in the woods. "Well, maybe just a little," she admitted, turning her head to grin at him.
Her eyes caught a glimpse of the sharpened bone in his hand and she braced her hands against her knees, digging her fingers into the fabric and flesh beneath her skirts. Would have been nicer to dig nails into flesh, to perhaps otherwise distribute the pain, but such was not in the cards. She grit her teeth as he began tapping the bone into skin. She wouldn't make a fuss, she was determined not to. Still, she did flinch.
"Then I will be a step up above my prala and insist that I will not even want to cry while I get mine done," she responded with bravado, though her voice sounded a little strained. Ow. "It is worth it, Jehan. At least I hope so! Don't make my poor gecko turn into an ugly little newt or I'll wonder why I let you near my shoulder!"
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