damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
"I seem to recall a 'I love flying'," the blonde returned, turning her eyes up to the ceiling as if just remembering. "But I could be mistaken. I must be losing my eyesight in my old age." Except that she was turning twenty-eight this year, which was the point to begin with.
"In any case, who wouldn't tell tall tales about Emillion? People could write countless stories about our bi-monthly monster sieges, so a little exaggeration shouldn't be too strange." Huge beasts and surges of the undead, the ocean opening up fiends from who knew where? She nearly rolled her eyes at the thought. Besides, nearly everything bores me, and everything is as interesting as the person talking about it, she reasoned with herself.
"But I'll bite, since we're here and I have gil sitting in my pocket dying to be spent."