She had been behind for some time. The moment she caught sight of Neathly colors she made doubly sure her glasses were affixed to her face. She doesn't know why. She is hardly ashamed of what she is, and what she has. Perhaps it is simply surprise. She hadn't expected another from the Neath here.
She certainly hadn't expected the weather. Oh, oh. She quickly brings her umbrella up and open. Even though this is a dream, even if for others it is not real, she is no fool. There is power behind this. There is no doubt in her mind.
the storm-thenrody
She had been behind for some time. The moment she caught sight of Neathly colors she made doubly sure her glasses were affixed to her face. She doesn't know why. She is hardly ashamed of what she is, and what she has. Perhaps it is simply surprise. She hadn't expected another from the Neath here.
She certainly hadn't expected the weather. Oh, oh. She quickly brings her umbrella up and open. Even though this is a dream, even if for others it is not real, she is no fool. There is power behind this. There is no doubt in her mind.
This one serves a different Power.]
A good evening to you and yours, Stormy-Eyed.
[She speaks loud enough so this one may hear.]