you must burn brighter than ever
Figuring she’d head towards the stalls, she glanced around, waving to several others, before Aithne bounded her way. “Hey!” Linking arms, she started to practically drag the Ancient in that direction anyway, figuring the younger woman had the same ideas. “Gods, I know. And I’m starving.” Between colored canopies, vibrant tents and pavilions, the lure was in abundance; thoroughly enticed by the mere possibilities. “I say food first,” presuming there’d be something bloody enough for Aithne, “and then maybe the goods?”
Waiting for some kind of accord or agreement, the demigod practically skipped her way there, heading towards a row of kebabs with a hoard of options, spices, and delicacies.
Waiting for some kind of accord or agreement, the demigod practically skipped her way there, heading towards a row of kebabs with a hoard of options, spices, and delicacies.
Melita
