dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
Dahlia smiles at his response; a pleased smile, one that almost seems to say gotcha. For as humble as Sunjata claims to be, leadership is not normally a career chosen by the modest. "I thought you'd say something like that," she croons, choosing to partake in this second glass of whiskey a little more slowly, letting the lingering sweetness fade somewhat before indulging in a second sip. "I think I'd like to try my hand at it myself."
Only partially listening about the whiskey now, Dahlia settles for watching the dim light play across Sunjata's features, and she leans back on one hand from her place on the barrel. "I haven't spent much time in Torchline," she confesses. "Is it a place worth going to?"
Only partially listening about the whiskey now, Dahlia settles for watching the dim light play across Sunjata's features, and she leans back on one hand from her place on the barrel. "I haven't spent much time in Torchline," she confesses. "Is it a place worth going to?"
Let me see the heat get to it