dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
"I do hope I am not late."
Dahlia's voice purrs like silk from shadows that don't seem to know whether to flee from her presence or cling to her like a shroud. How has she heard about this search and why has she decided she ought to contribute? That is the Reaper's business, not yours. What's important is that she is in attendance, dressed in sleek suede trousers and a dark blouse, her raven locks pulled into a series of braids and knotted prettily atop her head.
"It must be so distressing for a pet to go missing," she chimes, brushing long fingers across the stone and ducking here and there to look for 'clues', whatever form they might take. "I do hope nothing down here has eaten it."
Dahlia is here to help. (:
Dahlia's voice purrs like silk from shadows that don't seem to know whether to flee from her presence or cling to her like a shroud. How has she heard about this search and why has she decided she ought to contribute? That is the Reaper's business, not yours. What's important is that she is in attendance, dressed in sleek suede trousers and a dark blouse, her raven locks pulled into a series of braids and knotted prettily atop her head.
"It must be so distressing for a pet to go missing," she chimes, brushing long fingers across the stone and ducking here and there to look for 'clues', whatever form they might take. "I do hope nothing down here has eaten it."
Dahlia is here to help. (:
Let me see the heat get to it
