damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
Gullible people were really, truly a gift from Faram, Damia mused as she offered a smile once he'd re-seated himself. The man was familiar, somehow, yet she couldn't place him. Often times faces registered in her memory as familiar, but she'd seen and dealt with so many people over the years, it was hard to tell one from the other.
She tapped the rim of her glass against her lips. "Alas, maybe it's time to make real friends of a hume nature. An imaginary one is a terrible substitution."