A fine fantasy flash — it wouldn’t have surprised me to see it in the virtual pages of Daily Science Fiction or the like.
‘Lying is an art,’ Falling Leaf said, pouring from the small earthenware teapot. ‘I do not go to such lengths for those I despise.’
Aoandon’s clawed blue fingers reached across the low table and closed around her teacup. Her lips parted, revealing a flash of teeth as sharp as her horns. Falling Leaf shuddered and fought down the instinct to flee. After all the pains and preparations to reach this point, she could not give up now.
‘Lying is as much my realm as any other story,’ Aoandon said. ‘It would help you little today.’
Falling Leaf straightened the folds of her second best kimono.
‘Is something wrong with the tea?’ she asked, noticing that the oni had not yet taken a drink.
‘Lying is one thing,’ Aoandon said. ‘Poisoning another. A matriarch will do much to rid her village of a menace.’
Falling Leaf inclined her head.
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