by Sophia Anieri » Wed Oct 07, 2009 5:16 pm
Petra pouts. "I asked if you'd been before and you said no, right? But that's just as good... Glad you have experience with things." She giggles, feeling a little tipsy already... If she were thinking straight, she'd know she hadn't had enough yet, but she's so enthusiastic that she's started to feel how she imagines it must be.
Tell me, for what price would you give up hope?
Would you follow the will o' the wisp of the brightest morning star?
How far?