
Zhi rolled her eyes, loosing a sigh that made an art of exasperation. "L-O. . .L-O," she muttered the letters under her breath as she bent back to the paper. "Taru. Tuh . . .T? Taru. . .A. . .ruh -- R? Right? I'm right, ain't I, an' . . ." Her lips formed an o, and for a moment there was such an expression of delight on her face that it erased a few of the years cynicism and exhaustion had put into her bearing. "U."
The delight turned fiendish, and smug. Ever so smug.
The delight turned fiendish, and smug. Ever so smug.