The Highlander bard followed Kage's gaze to a pair of initials that marred the pillar. She arched one slender brow. "Hm," she hummed, hooking one foot over the other, her anklets giving a small jingle as well.Â
"Neither of them seem to be the type to make such pronouncements. They rather seem... the chaste sort." She swirled her wineglass by her cheek, as if that afforded their conversation some privacy. "Ye say, they have fans?"
"Neither of them seem to be the type to make such pronouncements. They rather seem... the chaste sort." She swirled her wineglass by her cheek, as if that afforded their conversation some privacy. "Ye say, they have fans?"
