A wistful expression crossed Tangle's face. "Ah, well. His plan had explosions. But I like how yours ends. And who doesn't enjoy a good disguise?" She twirled her spoon dramatically as she spoke, indicating first Priam, then Ambrose, then Nichol, smiling at the visions both versions of events conjured to mind. She raised her bowl to her lips with her other hand, downing the liquid left behind with obvious relish. "The broth, though, is quite delicious," she decided. "Hard to make that dry, I suppose."
Tangle let the empty bowl fall to the table with an unnecessary wood-on-wood clatter, uncrossed her legs, and shot up to her feet with a bounce in her step. "In private? sounds dreadfully important. I don't mind at all."
Tangle let the empty bowl fall to the table with an unnecessary wood-on-wood clatter, uncrossed her legs, and shot up to her feet with a bounce in her step. "In private? sounds dreadfully important. I don't mind at all."
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Tangle Rose | Gwen
(Gwen's mug and fixes to Tangle's made by Echo)