an alien a day keeps the sorceror's away

Sivene took things too literally, sometimes. Rylee was quickly learning this. And she waited patiently for a kiss, furrowing her brow as lips met her cheek and the other one blushed. What's it called? When your face changes color. She didn't know the word for it in Common.

The aberration peered over at the other woman; they were similar heights, equally matched. She studied the streets around them, humming to herself as she waited for an answer.