⟪ she answers the grin with a smile of her own, the familiarity of the address welcome, but unusual. granted, she doesn't seem terribly threatening here – she does not blink as much as she ought to, she radiates heat, and she smells faintly of smoke and fire. odd, perhaps, but considering the sum of things that had happened to the lot of them, the 'displaced' as they are called, melisandre finds herself almost blending in.
which is rare. another sip of the coffee, she relishes the warmth and the hint of sweetness. ⟫
You seem... to take this new world well. ⟪ area priestess-witch still struggles with the concept of a light switch. ⟫ Is it similar to the one you came from?
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⟪ she answers the grin with a smile of her own, the familiarity of the address welcome, but unusual. granted, she doesn't seem terribly threatening here – she does not blink as much as she ought to, she radiates heat, and she smells faintly of smoke and fire. odd, perhaps, but considering the sum of things that had happened to the lot of them, the 'displaced' as they are called, melisandre finds herself almost blending in.
which is rare. another sip of the coffee, she relishes the warmth and the hint of sweetness. ⟫
You seem... to take this new world well. ⟪ area priestess-witch still struggles with the concept of a light switch. ⟫ Is it similar to the one you came from?