dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
"Mm, it's quite a time from what I have heard." The longest night, when all the stars go dark and the gods stop answering the prayers of the masses. Dahlia had found it very enjoyable, in truth. "Still, better late than never." Companionable for all intents and purposes, the Reaper follows her fellow queen into the tavern and takes the offered seat, looking for all the world like just another visitor to the bar.
"I might have quite enjoyed that," she teases of the drunken idiots, glancing up at the brief sound of something nearby - a tinkle of glass, perhaps? - before her attention returns all too easily to the Doubletake. "I have been sampling wines as of late. I find it fascinating, that a grape can become so much more. Red if you wouldn't mind." Walking her fingers around the glass on the table, she watches Flora with lazy interest, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"I might have quite enjoyed that," she teases of the drunken idiots, glancing up at the brief sound of something nearby - a tinkle of glass, perhaps? - before her attention returns all too easily to the Doubletake. "I have been sampling wines as of late. I find it fascinating, that a grape can become so much more. Red if you wouldn't mind." Walking her fingers around the glass on the table, she watches Flora with lazy interest, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Let me see the heat get to it
