Feb 15, 2019
@alesfans
Hands worried over a small package, full of chocolates. It was a simple gift, but she never had much thought for extravagance. (Besides, what could she give the Grand Marshal’s daughter that she didn’t have?)
She placed a hand to the door, ready to knock, but clutched the hand just as quickly back to her chest. Part of her still worried for the one that wasn’t here...that she thought she’d never see again..and he was taken away. And yet....Edea was here, and...something felt good, natural about it all....she had very little time to truly make sense of it all.
She wanted to stop worrying.
She knocked on the door.
“Edea--I...I wanted to ask something of you, if you don’t mind. Are you free?”
