Silver Moraine I didn't want to grow up, not really

           

A soft scoff emitted, and she shook her head. “Well maybe I’m just a naturally helpful person.” She mirrored the amused tone, before dropping it and playfully exposing her darker side, the chill returned for a moment. “Can’t you tell.” As quickly as it had come there was humor lingering in her eyes once again, of course there was a price. There was always a price. But Padma wouldn’t revel her intentions to quickly.

“IOU’s are very helpful thought, I won’t deny that.” There was one she held particularly close, the IOU of revenge was a sweet song from which Padma listened often. “It isn’t everyday someone can bring a smile to my lips, no matter how small.” She dropped into a whisper at the end, piercing the other woman with a dark smile. “Surely you wouldn’t tease me by calling my attention, but wanting nothing once I have been distracted by your call.”