the gilded rim of a delicate glass was close to kissing padmĆ© on the lips. what stopped the kattadan Ā rosĆ© from bringing a passing feeling of warmth beneath her silk covered chest was the undeniable sense of stress hanging heavy in the atmosphere; there was a chance, of course, that she was reading the aura of the queen ššØš¦š©š„šššš„š² wrong, but the feeling didn't seem to leave her in peace before she'd at least try soothing the ache of this invisible wound. tilting her head to the side, she smiled thoughtfully while studying the other party of a budding friendship, moving her hand down to rest the base of her glass against the thigh of her crossed leg. in a universe like this, with early evening painting the balcony view with captivating shades of yellows and reds, there were countless of things that could make a lady's heart feel twice as heavy as it'd felt the very same morning. ā the word is free ā, padmĆ© voiced, ā what is it that makes you so pensive ? ā
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