That's the thing about Kiara. Time, it seems, has very little relevance as far as her relationships with other Mages are concerned. She always was the sort to simply turn up at a gathering after weeks of little to no communication with a ready smile and a glass of Merlot. Grace sends a picture of a penguin in a sweater. The Verbena is reclining in her bed as she reads this.
Her smile dims somewhat at the next chime.
You think something is coming? It was always worth asking the question, since always was often the answer. Will do. LA treating you OK?
Her smile dims somewhat at the next chime.
You think something is coming? It was always worth asking the question, since always was often the answer. Will do. LA treating you OK?