Stick-a-Fork-in-It's Links
An interesting one to be sure. I'm not honestly totally sure what to think of them half of the time. All I know is that they know how to sow a little chaos and that at least I can respect.
An enrapturing beauty, clever and dangerous when she sets her mind to it. If only she could see past whatever lies Yaren has spun to her.
My feelings about Ori are not dissimilar to those I have on Tansel. Too much but she has certain undeniable tastes.
Sianna and I were surely made for each other, and I have eyes for no other. I miss my beloved dearly each and every moment. Often I make little tokens of my affections and toss them up to Sianna's domain. When I see them hanging in the sky I know that Sianna is thinking of me too.
Beloved.
I try my best to stop by and cheer the poor guy up when I can. I like to think I do a pretty good job of it too. Nothing like some rare booze and a thousand and one stories to take your mind off your troubles for a while.
Mirthful.
A deep mournfulness emanates from Sianna most days. I know not how to address it and perhaps it needs not be addressed. Sometimes it is best not to say anything at all, but to be there instead. Feeling need felt, thoughts need thought, and such things are easiest to sort through in silence.
Quiet.
Sianna is a quiet soul for the most part but I hold her highly in my thoughts. She is dear to my brother and therefore she is dear to me as well.
Dear.
I feel no guilt about my part in Sianna's situation. They and Yaren both broke rules and endangered lives. The punishment is reasonable, she's even still allowed to receive Yaren's gifts.
Hateful.
I'm rather certain she dislikes me, but I don't know what she expected me to do in that situation.
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