\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
His laugh, and obvious approval, is met with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders and a cocky smile as she joins him in their stroll down the street. She glances at the clothing shops they pass, disgusted by the gaudy displays of lace and color. None of it is ever something she'd be caught dead in. However, she still considers his offer with a low hum, never one to turn down a gift. "Hmmm. I could use a new blouse. My favorite one was... ruined last time I went to Apopo." The ash had been impossible to remove from the thin black material, not that she'd really minded at the time, her annoyed expression hiding a mischievous smile as she recalls the interaction. However, with the pleasure of the moment long gone, she rather misses the shirt, how it had hugged all the right places and given her enough room to move gracefully through whatever violent situations she found herself in.
Shifting the cloak on her shoulders, she tilts her head to look up at Asta. "What did you have in mind for Danta?" She hadn't the foggiest idea of what you got someone for helping through such a trauma. Maybe a candle?
Shifting the cloak on her shoulders, she tilts her head to look up at Asta. "What did you have in mind for Danta?" She hadn't the foggiest idea of what you got someone for helping through such a trauma. Maybe a candle?
Thalassa
