I know I'm just a girl, but can I change lives?
As she worked, Lilliane listened to the conversation between Deimos and Darkeye, not willing to barge into the conversation but interested nonetheless. It must've been quite the betrayal to merit a guild to be set on fire. Then again, considering Deimos said it wasn't worth it, maybe not.
She smiled at Darkeye upon the greeting, taking his hand for a short handshake. "It's nice to meet you again." She wasn't quite sure what to think of him yet. Time would tell. To his further explanations, she nodded. "Sure." Turning to Deimos she continued: "Do you mind if I take something from your writing or drawing stuff?" If he agreed, she would head over to the table where Deimos had been making sketches earlier and take something to mark the boards.
Lilliane marks the pieces Darkeye takes apart for a simpler reassembly later on.
She smiled at Darkeye upon the greeting, taking his hand for a short handshake. "It's nice to meet you again." She wasn't quite sure what to think of him yet. Time would tell. To his further explanations, she nodded. "Sure." Turning to Deimos she continued: "Do you mind if I take something from your writing or drawing stuff?" If he agreed, she would head over to the table where Deimos had been making sketches earlier and take something to mark the boards.
Lilliane marks the pieces Darkeye takes apart for a simpler reassembly later on.
If I am nothing, if I am trying, I think I can
Lilliane
