the stories i could tell
Softly sat upon a pillar of electricity, the Voice inclines her head softly towards the Firebrand. "I did indeed." She acknowledges with a slight nod. "I had thought you were going to come see me a few days ago. When you didn't, I thought I'd just put an end to my curiosity." Like Loren, her smile doesn't reach her enigmatic stare. It isn't as cold or tired as perhaps his is, though.
"If you don't want to accept my offer Loren, you need only say so. There is no punishment for it." Pausing, she folds her hands together. "But to simply not come and see me as we'd agreed? It's a bit rude, wouldn't you say?"
"If you don't want to accept my offer Loren, you need only say so. There is no punishment for it." Pausing, she folds her hands together. "But to simply not come and see me as we'd agreed? It's a bit rude, wouldn't you say?"
