[ a bit of the warmth in her expression dissipates, and alisaie looks distinctly uncomfortable, her gaze shifting away, down, distracted. ]
.. something like that.
[ she says, and realizes soon after that she owes him more than that, though still she feels somewhat.. ashamed to admit it, as if her parents' and peoples' ignorance somehow reflects poorly on her. ]
no subject
.. something like that.
[ she says, and realizes soon after that she owes him more than that, though still she feels somewhat.. ashamed to admit it, as if her parents' and peoples' ignorance somehow reflects poorly on her. ]
They would not approve.