To yuo, lizrad
Not ~ded~ deid. Not yet. Got in. Lomas girls dum as brickz. I say I'm cusin. No one aks.
We go mornin. Big karvan. Fancy shit. U folow. Hied good. Watch us.
I leev marks — sherts on left side, ~brocken~ broke stik in sand, rude words on rok. U kno. Like ~Sabarbana~ Sabrabena.
Archduck got riches. Gold, silks, dicks on fountains. I get some. Or all.
Stay cloze. Dont los me.
— Saya 💋
P.S. bring ~foot~ foott krem or I kil somone.
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The mudwalker lurched forward like a fat drunk god with arthritis. Every step of the beast made the entire cabin creak and sway, the wood joints groaning like old lovers. It smelled like wet fur, churned swamp, and regality forced to travel by livestock. Broad as a house, with hide like cracked leather and lips that could suck down a melon whole — the beast lumbered through the muddy roads with the indifference of a creature too big to care about wheels or dignity.
Inside the tiny cabin bolted to its back, Loma was hissing like a cornered cat.
"This will never work," she snapped, clutching her silk shawl as if it could shield her from my presence. "You'll get us both arrested. Or worse. Impaled. On a stake. Do you know what they do to imposters in Lerida?"
I lounged against the wall, legs sprawled across her travel cushions like I owned the place. "Hopefully something kinky," I muttered.
She threw a pillow at me. "I'm serious, Saya!"
"So am I," I said, catching it and using it as a footrest. "Maybe I fake being mute. Or holy. Or touched in the head. Nobles love that weird mystic shit."
Loma buried her face in her hands. "Gods help me."
"Relax," I said. "You vouched for me. Said I was your cousin. Exotic. Mysterious. Tragic past. Great tits. I tick every box."
"There is no plan, is there?"
I smiled. "There's always a plan."
She glared at me. "What is it, then?"
I shrugged. "Get in. Be charming. Cause just enough chaos to be noticed, but not enough to be killed. Seduce someone with influence. Maybe steal a bathhouse. Improvise upward."
Loma looked like she was about to vomit into her own jewelry.
Outside, the mudwalker snorted and trudged on.