"It certainly is so," she chimes, tilting her head to him. "It isn't every day you come across the man who created Frey's refuge." Reaching out readily to clasp his hand, her touch feels almost restrained, nervous in the prospect of doing too much, wanting too much. Nonetheless she follows him to the fire, relishing the plush rug against her bare feet, the tickle of warmth from the flames nearby.
"I would argue that I am a long way from having someone like you," she says through a soft laugh. "But it's a pleasure anyway, Sunjata." One she hopes he'll keep indulging in, if only for a little longer.
Frowning gently to hear that there haven't been any other random visitors throughout Longnight (quelle surprise), Dahlia's shoulders sag with the force of her sigh. "Yes, of course. His name is Koa Carpenter."
"I would argue that I am a long way from having someone like you," she says through a soft laugh. "But it's a pleasure anyway, Sunjata." One she hopes he'll keep indulging in, if only for a little longer.
Frowning gently to hear that there haven't been any other random visitors throughout Longnight (quelle surprise), Dahlia's shoulders sag with the force of her sigh. "Yes, of course. His name is Koa Carpenter."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
