[with Flynn's disarming cheer, the evening's cooler air, and the distance from the musical noise, Cecelia feels the tension in her head and neck start to ease. the nostalgia of walking arm-in-arm lingers, but it doesn't dress her in dread for a little while. it's...reassuring, in a way.
happy to serve, huh...]
Do keep me informed, then. [she stops just shy of the door to the hotel.] Of those investigations, of the finding of any miraculous swords in this beat-up town.
no subject
happy to serve, huh...]
Do keep me informed, then. [she stops just shy of the door to the hotel.] Of those investigations, of the finding of any miraculous swords in this beat-up town.