Scherezade deWinter
The Blood Hound
Avarice
While Avarice's tone was serious, explaining, unrolling the beginning of a fairy tale, Scherezade absorbed it all in. She had known planets like this, had come from one that had enough parts of it that were like this. She got it.
"Most people don't care who rules the galaxy," she noted when he said what he'd said about it being a wild place that didn't, "Most people want to keep up with their bills, raise their families, and take the occasional vacation. We're the odd ones out."
Were they, though? Did she really care about who sat atop what throne? Not really. But somehow, she constantly found herself involved with people who did.
But now he wasn't as serious. She caught that spark in those red eyes of his.
Scherezade held her hand out, ready for him to take it.
"Take me," she breathed, ready to run up that hill.