05-26-2011, 05:19 PM
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Caspa thought she couldn't guarantee 'nice' conversation, but she was certainly willing to follow the stranger and provide what talk she could in exchange for his liquor. She ducked into the cluttered living quarters without hesitation, relieved to escape the sudden wind that threatened to turn the fog to tattered rags, and beat at the walls of the little house with a distant howl. She drifted around the small room, examining quietly the artifacts that littered the place, then froze at the noise of an avalanche of stuff hitting the floor. She turned to face the now-bare rustic table, one brow quirking. "Do you have many guests?" she wondered, before something occurred to her and she added rather forcefully, "Caspa, not 'hun'." But she lowered herself to sip at the crystal glass, settling her expansive frame into a comfortable cross-legged lotus position, one she'd grown extremely used to of late. |