Private Tales First Contact (Evie)

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Everleigh blinked at Salak. That was the promise? She leaned back onto her heels and began to laugh. A hand went to cover her mouth but only her slender fingers fanned out over her mouth, still showing plenty instead of hiding. The dulcet tune from her lips soon stopped as Everleigh caught her breath.

What a surprising request!” Everleigh declared, holding back more laughter. “You remind me of my dearest friend in the Academy. Although I think you may be worse off than him.” Everleigh walked over to the door, and opened it. “You have my word, Proctor Salak.” Her lips were up in a smile, but this time instead of being cruel or saccharine there was a playfulness to them that matched the mirth and mischief glimmering in her eyes.

I look forward to seeing you around. Kress knows that I’ve needed someone to provide me with some sort of fun.

Salak
 
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