( it may as well be, as when angela opens her door, there are dozens of books strewn about her room in an orderly sort of chaos. the delicate scent of tea wafts from two cups on the table, freshly-poured, and she motions him inside. after giving a long look outside both ways, she shuts the door, locks it, and fixes the dark feathers at the back of her neck. )
You may begin.
( tell her what's up, yesod, and enjoy the rosehip tea she's tried to prepare. it's a little understeeped, but that can be fixed with time. )
lies with.... my ruinas
You may begin.
( tell her what's up, yesod, and enjoy the rosehip tea she's tried to prepare. it's a little understeeped, but that can be fixed with time. )