CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
Determined not to allow Kiernan's realism to dampen her good mood -- less freedom, additional responsibility; she'd considered these things, but hearing them from another made her want to pause -- Cressida reached for her glass, garnished with a lemon slice, and took a quick sip to clear her throat. (Delicious, as usual.) She brushed her nose against the rim of the glass.
"I think I did alright," she admitted, humble as ever. "Isn't there a saying, 'Don't count your chocobos before they hatch'?"