Anemone Nivalis
M.D., Expert Trauma Surgeon
Melanoma was a forgiving person. It also helped Polarine in the fact that she had begun flooding the room with her pheromones once more, not that she could tell. Feeling the gentle touch on her shoulders, she turned to face her subject, trying to find the ability to be mad. But, of course, there was no reason to be found. No amount of anger in her own being. She sighed heavily as on hand moved to rest on her hip while the other scratched at her head.
"For goodness sake...how long? How long are you going to need me? And where are we going for that matter?"
@[member="Circe Savan"]
"For goodness sake...how long? How long are you going to need me? And where are we going for that matter?"
@[member="Circe Savan"]