Lord, what fools these mortals be!
The redhead comes with empty hands but a full heart, knowing from last year’s Fiat preparations that Amalia is more than prepared for such things. Deimos is a preparer, too, so really, there’s no need for her to bring anything but willing hands. Trudging through the mud towards the group that is already assembling, she spots familiar figures and gives them all a wide grin and a wave. “Hey, y’all.”
She might have said more, but the companions catch her attention - the griffin and the luxere (not that’s she any stranger to the creatures, they’re her redeeming factor and the one thing she’s good for during LongNight) - cause a tiny squeak. Her hands fly to her mouth. They’re so freaking adorable, she just wants to cuddle them and let the others do the work. God, she’d kill for a companion.
Oh - it’s good to see her friends, too.
She might have said more, but the companions catch her attention - the griffin and the luxere (not that’s she any stranger to the creatures, they’re her redeeming factor and the one thing she’s good for during LongNight) - cause a tiny squeak. Her hands fly to her mouth. They’re so freaking adorable, she just wants to cuddle them and let the others do the work. God, she’d kill for a companion.
Oh - it’s good to see her friends, too.
LiLY
