hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
"Flynn," she admitted, pushing back the flap to withdraw two potions in one hand. "Blue mage giving out potions, it totally makes sense. Here." With only about three feet between them, the redhead leaned over to pass the glass bottles. Easier though they would've been to throw, glass was a definite no to tossing, especially next to a fire.
"Sorry for uh, disturbing you," was her final, quieter, addition. For all that her mother had to apologize for her behavior, she knew proper manners, at least.