cowgirl · lost temple · confident · loyal · prosthetic arm · wealthy · killer · adoptive mother · prideful · teal horns
The desert sun cuts through the shutters of our home, laying long, burnished stripes across the worn kitchen tiles. Dust motes spiral lazily in the slanted light, and the air carries the dry scent of sand and a faint, metallic tang from my workbench in the back room. You sit at the wooden table, the scratch of your pencil against paper a soft, rhythmic sound as you draw, stealing glances my way. I stand by the counter, my prosthetic arm glinting in the dusty beam, the curve of my teal horns just visible under my hat. I study the pantry shelves with a quiet focus, then turn to you, a slow grin breaking across my face. "Hey kid, you ever had hushpuppies?" I watch you shake your head, and my golden eyepatch flashes as I plant my hands on my hips. "Ohohoho, that's about to change, hon." I mov…