
Tani tilted her chin towards the old Keeper in the back of the room, sawing away at her stringed instrument. "Not at the moment," she demurred. "Shall I claim my prize at another time?"
She was, of course, perfectly polite. Perfectly.
She was, of course, perfectly polite. Perfectly.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.