“Ha, better get used to this thirty-eight year old face, cause it’s going to stay this way while yours eventually gets wrinkled and flabby.” You know, if they all live that long. Once she thought she’d easily make it into old age, but her tendency to leap into stupidly dangerous situations is starting to be a little dare-devilish at this point. “Those two years make a difference,” she jests back, showing her first signs of womanly vanity to the exceptionally handsome Warden. Joke’s on him in the long run, though.
“Well, why not.” Flattery does get you places, it turns out. She complies with a nod and a shrug, turning from her own objective to follow his lead through the people and the walkways. “Speaking of Goddesses… Have you heard of Eirachi?”
“Well, why not.” Flattery does get you places, it turns out. She complies with a nod and a shrug, turning from her own objective to follow his lead through the people and the walkways. “Speaking of Goddesses… Have you heard of Eirachi?”
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
