you must burn brighter than ever
Based on the descriptions Aithne provided, it sounded as though the festival had been a similar repeat of yesteryear’s; pretending, of course, she hadn’t been the one throwing shoes that time. Instead, she smiled innocently, as if imagining the round of chaos after chaos with a blissful sentiment of amusement amongst the potential horrors. “Sounds delightful.”
Polishing off another piece, she tilted her head at the question, before her features rounded into something proud and preening. “Nearly ready. Just gotta find the right time to give it.” Which she figured might be after the family dinner party – mostly to see if either of them would have to be rewarded for surviving the first, initial go. “I think the confetti and glitter was a great touch. Thanks again for the help.”
Polishing off another piece, she tilted her head at the question, before her features rounded into something proud and preening. “Nearly ready. Just gotta find the right time to give it.” Which she figured might be after the family dinner party – mostly to see if either of them would have to be rewarded for surviving the first, initial go. “I think the confetti and glitter was a great touch. Thanks again for the help.”
Melita
