Altar of Twilight we control nassau

his scoff forced aria to flinch, though she wasn't necessarily offended or frightened. it was just a response. lass, she repeated a few times, reminded again of ferahgo and his damned pirates. this man didn't feel the same as him, and she was in a different situation entirely, but it hung around in the back of her mind like heat waves wafted above hot stone.

"i guess so," she returned with a light dip of her head. maybe it was a metaphor too, for her own life. she did not wander though, she stayed put, and yet somehow she was so lost she couldn't even remember which direction she'd come from. bizarre.

hesitantly, she shrugged her shoulders. "you don't need a place to go, do you?" she asked, thinking of her mountain. moonspear was low on subordinates, and as useless as she was, maybe she could try to bring him in. and, selfishly, she thought, though he was not the same as constantine, his presence reminded her greatly of her mayfairs.