by Tari Gwaemir
Angua having a bad day.


"Go away," she snarled.

"You've been in there for over an hour."

"I look a mess," she said to her reflection, then clutched her hair. "Why do I care that I look a mess? He won't even notice."

"Angua, is there something wrong?"

He always sounded so calm and reasonable. She felt ridiculous.


She unlocked the door and gave him a sharp-toothed smile. "It's that time of month. My clothes make my skin itch, the smell of sour beer from the tavern across the street is getting on my nerves, and my eyes are red from all the pollen in the air. Worst of all, my hair won't cooperate today, and it's driving me mad. Silly, isn't it?"

Carrot simply looked at her with his usual understanding smile. "I think you look beautiful."

She growled, "You always say that. It doesn't mean anything--"

"No," he interrupted and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "It means I think you look beautiful."


Discworld belongs to Terry Pratchett.

Written for 31_days theme exchange 2006, from the theme list compiled by Sophia (sophiap).