Calliope Sedant is what goes bump in the night. (the_redlady) wrote in utr_logs,
She was in, sitting by her fire and knitting. Setting down her work - though she hated to pause in the middle of a row - she stood up to get the door. She could smell it was him. The fragrance of sorrow and opium followed him everywhere.
Opening the door wide, she smiled at him. "You were gone."