“Oh, yeah, for sure, for sure, cool, cool.” Offered Aerona. It was vague enough that Aerona knew she wouldn’t get culled tonight. This was a generally pleasant meeting - fine, decent, whatever. Highblood lowblood chitchat. Small-talk. Aerona hadn’t brought up the weather, but it seemed like it. The crux was now to see this well-grounded but still dangerous blueblood again, or to ghost?

“You wanna do this again some time?” The question came out of her mouth effortlessly. It was an easy enough offer to get out of, an attempt that she could disengage from if necessary.

Melancholies
WROW!!! we're almost done with this! i totally forgot it was my turn to tag and look at the time. 9 months of goodness