[It's been interesting, seeing the array of people who've come down to visit her -- some familiar, beloved, some Alia has never met before. Caroline falls into the latter category, and her criss-cross seat in front of the cell is soon echoed by the imprisoned girl, hands folded in her lap, tangled hair like a golden cloud around her face.
The description gets a small flicker of a smile, something without teeth, unlike Alia's ferocious grins of a few weeks before. Something tight-lipped.]
You'd think he'd have learned by now, how much she loathes gifts. [When in doubt, blame the man.]
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The description gets a small flicker of a smile, something without teeth, unlike Alia's ferocious grins of a few weeks before. Something tight-lipped.]
You'd think he'd have learned by now, how much she loathes gifts. [When in doubt, blame the man.]