Mina couldn't help but raise another eyebrow. It wasn't very often that anyone called her a pretty girl. She could count on Doyle for the occasional 'doll face' or 'baby cakes' and ever now and then, she would get the odd 'handsome woman' from a casual acquaintance. Pretty, however? Well, that was a rather rare compliment.
She held onto his elbow, following him along the path. "No," she said, "I haven't been yet. I suppose I ought to." She scowled. As a lapsed Anglican with hedonistic and pagan tendencies, she supposed it would be appropriate to visit a polytheistic temple. Still, there was a nagging doubt in the back of her mind about it.
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She held onto his elbow, following him along the path. "No," she said, "I haven't been yet. I suppose I ought to." She scowled. As a lapsed Anglican with hedonistic and pagan tendencies, she supposed it would be appropriate to visit a polytheistic temple. Still, there was a nagging doubt in the back of her mind about it.
What if they were Fae?
"What's it like?" she asked.