"Ah, I see. I'm sorry for your loss." Having only learned about Mort from afar, one would nonetheless believe Dahlia as a lifelong believer, and she reaches across to warmly clasp the Dragoon's arm beneath the umbrella, even as they fall to a halt outside the White Hart. "That is so," she confirms, glancing coquettishly away from him and ducking inside out of the downpour. "Though I am more inclined to thank you than the gods tonight, Koa," she adds, smiling over her shoulder.
Moving among the bustle of patrons towards the bar like a knife through butter, Dahlia blooms all the brighter for being inside, and though her clothes and hair are heavy with rain, there's a lightness to her gestures, and she beckons Koa with her. "The second on you then, good sir," she croons to him. "In the meantime, lately I've been favouring something sweet and dark." Like you, she might add, while simultaneously pointing to a lovely red vintage behind the bar.
Moving among the bustle of patrons towards the bar like a knife through butter, Dahlia blooms all the brighter for being inside, and though her clothes and hair are heavy with rain, there's a lightness to her gestures, and she beckons Koa with her. "The second on you then, good sir," she croons to him. "In the meantime, lately I've been favouring something sweet and dark." Like you, she might add, while simultaneously pointing to a lovely red vintage behind the bar.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
