Rhiannon
The chili was almost done, and Rhiannon gave it one more stir before going to a nearby cupboard and pulling out a few dishes. Bowls, for the chili; plates, for the candles; and a few glasses for whatever they ended up drinking. "Just one promotion so far," she said. "But I'm working on it!" Handing the plates to Tal and gesturing to the window over the sink, she returned to her task, ladling chili into the two bowls. "Water okay to drink, or do you want something stronger?"
As for visiting King's End, well, Rhiannon had never had the particular urge to leave home. But in recent seasons, she had noticed a growing sense of restlessness that her work didn't seem to fill, a sort of longing for something more. Maybe traveling a bit wouldn't be so bad, if she could get the leave to do it.
"Still can't believe you found someone who'll put up with you," she teased as she deposited a bowl in front of the courier. "I have to meet her, if only to figure out how you managed it."
As for visiting King's End, well, Rhiannon had never had the particular urge to leave home. But in recent seasons, she had noticed a growing sense of restlessness that her work didn't seem to fill, a sort of longing for something more. Maybe traveling a bit wouldn't be so bad, if she could get the leave to do it.
"Still can't believe you found someone who'll put up with you," she teased as she deposited a bowl in front of the courier. "I have to meet her, if only to figure out how you managed it."
they say looks can kill and I might try
