You not wanting me...
A voice made her jump and she turned, squinting her eyes to make out a man. Nate? No. Not Nate. Why would Nate be here? This was an old god shrine and he would be smited. Nate was smart. Nate would not do that. Her head tilted slowly to one side, trying to make sense of what she saw before her (and don't doing a fair job of it quite frankly). Her vision blurred for a moment and she swayed, before squatting down before him to get closer to his level. The Nightingale wrapped her arms around her legs. Honeyed eyes squinted again.
"Intrude on what, Not-Nate?" she said words ever so slightly slurred. "It's a public place innit?" she said, rocking slightly on her heels.
"Intrude on what, Not-Nate?" she said words ever so slightly slurred. "It's a public place innit?" she said, rocking slightly on her heels.
...Was the beginning of me wanting myself
