“The trick to finding someone, is to stress them into fleeing,” Tosca said, eyes crinkling. She lifted tattooed fingers to the mask covering her nose and mouth, and inhaled. The blue smoke, rising from the lit cigarette in her hand, disappeared into the fine mesh of her mask with an unpleasant, rasping sound.
“I’d expect this from you, but a priest?” Tosca gestured at Aella. “This saddens me.”
“I was not running,” Glimmer said, eyes defiant. “I was going to Galborea to retrieve your payment.”
Tosca’s brows lifted. “Curious. If you have ties to them, why borrow from me?”
Continuation of Ironblood
(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: trick, inhale, sadden)