"I am." She had recently returned from hunting.

She nearly chokes.

She is just shocked, is all. "I am happy for you. What is your newfound profession?"

She allows herself a faint smile. "Serving whom?" Though as long as he is safe and happy, little else matters.

"Khamûl? That seems the perfect arrangement. How do you like your duties thus far?"

//Test

//Twitter. Let me send the damn tweets.

"I've always known you to be more than competent at whatever task you set yourself to, Nadir. I have no doubt you'll do great things."

The Sheogorath school of Kitchen Shenanigans.

The hunt for the mad God goes ever on.

Even she doesn't have that many arrows.

If it makes him happy, that is all that matters.

If not for a mad man, well, God. He wouldn't be alive, would he?

"Are you really picking a fight over something so ridiculous?"

And suddenly, she's glad he didn't ask her to stay. "You are deaf to your own words."

Fluent in the language of madness.

There is nothing quite like the first early morning rays of sun as they kiss the earth.

Always a source of amusement to watch men trudge through snow while she walks on top of it.