"Curiosity killed the cat," Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable.
Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? “People always forget the rest of the saying,” she complained. “And satisfaction brought it back.””
tiny Provost’s Dog fic:
Prompt #266 (by anonymous)
30 Days of Tamora Pierce
"What kind of name is Farmer, anyway?"
Master Farmer grinned. He looked like a very looby. “It’s my mage name.”
"Mithros’s spear, what kind of cracknob picks a mage name like Farmer?"
The mage shrugged. “Most of the mages that taught me would say I acted like I had my feet in the furrows and my head in the hayloft. I thought maybe there was something powerful, them thinking the same thing, so I took Farmer as a mage name.” He looked at me. “I’ve been wondering lately, though, do you think mayhap they were making fun of me?””