Greenling
As it turns out, being past the realm of anxiety and utterly deprived of sleep isn’t the best mental state to work with when your job is helping friends do better at anything.
“LEGS. HIGHER. Mylannes!” I snapped for the second time. I rounded on O’mally next. “You too, you too! Oh, and Norn, if I see that pinky sticking out one more Fae-fucking time, I swear I’ll chomp it off!!”
Norn began to cry. O’mally also looked near to it.
“What is wrong with you today?!” Mylannes shouted. “I’d expect this from Torvis or Syrieze, maybe, but not you, Veille!!”