—
For a change, I'd rather have you give me an earful. ❜
She jested with a small laugh in hopes it would break the tension... But as another heavy raindrop hit her tail, she returned to complaining,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ But that can wait until we're sheltered! ❜
⠀
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ ... Fool! We'll both fall ill at this rate... ❜
Pouting, Shtola beat on the king's back. Her fists eventually resting there though.
Leaning half her weight on him. In truth appreciative of this mercy amid the fatigue of her foiled efforts. She held him up
—
—
as well.
Loosing her hand to pat his back. Hoping to impart some comfort. Conscious of the weight on those shoulders. She dared not lean her head on them, for fear they may finally snap under pressure.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ Much as I've to say, I need only know you remain...
—
—
Finding her adapt ears without issue.
The claw-like armor adorning her index finger tapped lightly upon her wine glass.
She hadn't had the time to relax like this in some while. Pray forgive her, passing Voidsent, for her absentminded humming.
⠀
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ Hmhm... ❜
The sorceress sat at a table quiet relative to the other side of their headquarters, The Rising Stones.
Her pale eyes watched the vague outline of her allies as they drank and acted a fool. From the entrance, music from the bar leaked in.
—
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ Mayhap I should have expected competition, staking to a claim so ambitious.
How might we settle this? ❜
The sorceress sported a competitive grin.
⠀
⠀ ེ My first instincts thought to welcome you as a guest, but I fear I am alone in this room. ❜
Her lips called once raised from her porcelain teacup. Silver eyes turning in the direction @EnigmaticMiqote displaced Aether in the room.
⠀ ེ I do not recall any happenings ─
@EnigmaticMiqote —
spell of daydreaming.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ Earl gray... Is that the truth?
I never had a taste for it... Not that I wouldn't drink it. ❜
Her eyes opened up more troubled than they had closed.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ Hm... Why don't we try a summons... That one we usually have
—