She tells me her appearance, or at least her hair, is quite real, the gestures towards some mossy ground, asking me to sit. I nod rather stiffly, shrugging out of my jacket. It's pleasantly warm in here, at least. I then sit, a bit quicker than I mean to, fairly plopping down on my ass like I would when normally sitting on the ground. I at least keep from slouching. I tug absently at the end of my sleeves, wishing I had worn something a little nicer than my old long-sleeved T. Pull it together, girl.
I wait for her to sit before speaking. After all, she told me what she is. I should keep my end. "My turn, I guess," I start, still fidgeting with my sleeve. "Ever heard of the term 'mage'?" More than likely, but I'll wait before saying more. I've not even told anyone in the carnivale what I am & yet with Dana- I gotta struggle to keep my head.
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Date: 2010-10-05 03:43 am (UTC)I wait for her to sit before speaking. After all, she told me what she is. I should keep my end. "My turn, I guess," I start, still fidgeting with my sleeve. "Ever heard of the term 'mage'?" More than likely, but I'll wait before saying more. I've not even told anyone in the carnivale what I am & yet with Dana- I gotta struggle to keep my head.