"Clearly I am in need of some practice," Dahlia concedes, her lips still numb and throat on fire from the after-effects of the whiskey - not that she's complaining. Selecting another cherry from the plate, she mimics Sunjata and remains somewhat leaning forward, pursing the fruit against her lips. "It's some nothing village in the Wilds," she murmurs, slipping the cherry into her mouth whole this time. "You wouldn't know it."
Removing stem and cherry pit with fingertips stained red with juice, Dahlia lets out a soft, content sigh. "Would you mind showing me to a room? You're welcome to join me, of course, but I'm finding it a little crowded down here." And she can't decide if she enjoys it right now or not. There's a teasing sense of intimacy between she and the Flood, and she's unsure whether it's a string worth pulling. (Who is she kidding - of course she's sure).
Removing stem and cherry pit with fingertips stained red with juice, Dahlia lets out a soft, content sigh. "Would you mind showing me to a room? You're welcome to join me, of course, but I'm finding it a little crowded down here." And she can't decide if she enjoys it right now or not. There's a teasing sense of intimacy between she and the Flood, and she's unsure whether it's a string worth pulling. (Who is she kidding - of course she's sure).
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
