Apr 11, 2020
Acalinia stared at the ceiling of the Registry's dark bedroom, not bothering to illuminate it -though she could easily do so with the flick of her wrist.
"When did you become so soft?" The Dæmonic mutter would sound so sinister to most, but not every Sin'dorei shared the same favoured tongue.
"This is embarrassing. You are embarrassing. Used to run this goddamn place, people knew your name, and knew what it would mean to be crossed." Acalinia frowned into the darkness, bare fingers running along the deep gouges that tore apart her lips -the frown deepened.
"This is the end of that, Embershade. Stiffen up."
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