Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
The woman reminded her of the fae, she realized. Petite and delicate and so small that she shouldn't be real. There were no wings draping across her back, but that was also the only apparent difference. It was almost like looking at Nephele - except, so far Charlie hadn't tried to kill her.
"I'm glad you had a good time. That makes it worth the effort," she replied. Closing the distance to see what the doll-like ancient was up to, she shrugged lightly. "Oh, you know. Could be better, could be worse. I've been looking for some flowers that might prove useful... so far no luck." Not to mention it gave her a perfectly valid reason to avoid home for a while. "How do you like the Grounds so far?"
"I'm glad you had a good time. That makes it worth the effort," she replied. Closing the distance to see what the doll-like ancient was up to, she shrugged lightly. "Oh, you know. Could be better, could be worse. I've been looking for some flowers that might prove useful... so far no luck." Not to mention it gave her a perfectly valid reason to avoid home for a while. "How do you like the Grounds so far?"
