In my brightest reverie I can see her walking next to me
I feel her breath upon my cheek, speaking gentle words to tame the beast
I feel her breath upon my cheek, speaking gentle words to tame the beast
Riya eagerly takes the additional treat with a clever swipe of her tongue, careful not to use her teeth too liberally. Then - clearly aware of the agreement between the women - she retreated off the girl's lap to trot back to Anju's side, practically radiating smugness. Anju staunchly ignores her, refusing to feed into her antics no matter how soft they made her heart in private. "Frey's nature persona is quite popular. Especially among the Fae. If you ever need tips on what to bring for offerings however, I am happy to give advice about Ludo." She couldn't speak on the other heralds, and likely would never desire to.
Anju nods shortly and heads to the entrance of the library, waiting for Sohalia to join her before opening the doors. Riya shoots off into the sky immediately, and Anju rolls her eyes fondly before guiding the young woman through the adjacent streets to her home. It's a small abode with few decorations on the outside and no plants, merely her last name emblazoned by the door for couriers. Unlocking it and inviting Sohalia inside, the Dragoon closes the door behind them and removes her shoes and coat. "Please take your shoes off. Do you like tea or coffee?" Perfunctory as always, she heads straight to the kitchen to set the kettle to utilize the hot water for whichever Sohalia desires. Allowing the young woman to wander the main floor at her leisure; a loveseat with a dark orange blanket sat opposite the fireplace, a tiny eating nook nestled in the window alcove, a bookcase and modest kitchen with an island. Functional and not much more. The ingredients for the taffy sit in orderly lines on the island like soldiers awaiting orders.
Anju nods shortly and heads to the entrance of the library, waiting for Sohalia to join her before opening the doors. Riya shoots off into the sky immediately, and Anju rolls her eyes fondly before guiding the young woman through the adjacent streets to her home. It's a small abode with few decorations on the outside and no plants, merely her last name emblazoned by the door for couriers. Unlocking it and inviting Sohalia inside, the Dragoon closes the door behind them and removes her shoes and coat. "Please take your shoes off. Do you like tea or coffee?" Perfunctory as always, she heads straight to the kitchen to set the kettle to utilize the hot water for whichever Sohalia desires. Allowing the young woman to wander the main floor at her leisure; a loveseat with a dark orange blanket sat opposite the fireplace, a tiny eating nook nestled in the window alcove, a bookcase and modest kitchen with an island. Functional and not much more. The ingredients for the taffy sit in orderly lines on the island like soldiers awaiting orders.
Anju
