"I see," Dahlia muses, letting her gaze flicker around the lounge area, drinking in the wait staff, the decor, the liquor sparkling in bottles behind the bar. "I didn't know if this was another task for Frey. A personal project sounds much more enjoyable," she admits. Watching the stretch of his long limbs as if they might hold some secret worth knowing, she beholds him like an art aficionado might observe a fine painting, seeking details and meaning wherever possible.
"Well I certainly appreciate it. Is there any way I can repay you?" she wonders, peering curiously at the waiters and watching after them before her gaze returns inevitably to Sunjata. "Well, I was planning to stay in the camp I had made until Longnight passed, but then I saw those meteorites," she says softly. "By the time I saw where they went down, though, I got turned around. I started walking and just found myself here."
"Well I certainly appreciate it. Is there any way I can repay you?" she wonders, peering curiously at the waiters and watching after them before her gaze returns inevitably to Sunjata. "Well, I was planning to stay in the camp I had made until Longnight passed, but then I saw those meteorites," she says softly. "By the time I saw where they went down, though, I got turned around. I started walking and just found myself here."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
