Z'zhumii, in all of her morning finery with a cup of tea in hand, looked over the paper with lazy, sleepy eyes.
The author wasn't exactly a friend, more like a loose acquaintance who had bestowed an unusual title upon the courtesan. None the less, her thick brows arched in surprise as she took a sip of the spiced-tea.
"Tribals. Moonkeeper tribals." She sighed, lolling her head to the side to look over her room.
Silks, tasseled pillows, and delicate mosaics set into the walls.
"I'll never see the appeal." Another pause. "I'll send her a get well package."
The author wasn't exactly a friend, more like a loose acquaintance who had bestowed an unusual title upon the courtesan. None the less, her thick brows arched in surprise as she took a sip of the spiced-tea.
"Tribals. Moonkeeper tribals." She sighed, lolling her head to the side to look over her room.
Silks, tasseled pillows, and delicate mosaics set into the walls.
"I'll never see the appeal." Another pause. "I'll send her a get well package."
