Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Putting one hand on her hip, Luciana stared at Gideon. "So let me get this straight. You, the Priest, are asking me, the Hammer, to use subpar materials for a task for the gods." Snorting, she shook her head. "Not gonna happen." Her lips curled upwards for such a brief moment that it might've been a trick of the light.
Bending down, she began jotting notes, basically ignoring his last comment. "What does your study look like? What types of books? How large do you want the lantern to be? Are you planning on using paper or painting directly on the metal frame?" The questions came out rapid-fire mode, and she paused with the charcoal hovering over the page once more.
Bending down, she began jotting notes, basically ignoring his last comment. "What does your study look like? What types of books? How large do you want the lantern to be? Are you planning on using paper or painting directly on the metal frame?" The questions came out rapid-fire mode, and she paused with the charcoal hovering over the page once more.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
