Light in a Dark Corner [ Symone | Tor ]
arcuhnecrom:
She sensed eyes on her from her chosen perch, a book in her hand. As the silhouette of a person made its way into her peripheral vision, she was prepared to express her displeasure of such an intrusion.
That was, until, the person spoke first. Blinking, she lifted her gaze, mild surprise gracing her features, though they softened immediately after as she laid eyes upon the Argonian. “Have you forgotten who I am, Tor?” She replied, the small hint of a tease evident. “Sulking in dark corners is my specialty.”
Tor’s furrowed brow raised and he grinned when she showed recognition. And a couple of years had done nothing to quench the bite of her tongue, either. He chuckled lightly at the thought, shook his head at her question, and spoke, “Here I stand, just glad that my eyes can still discern a friend--desspite her glum habitat.”
“Do you mind if a sack of scales takes a seat? I have jusst recently returned to Skyrim from High Rock and I desire company.”
