( A Proposal of Sorts )

[[Here is Sava rather hasty reply to Ireth's letter...]]

Anghel recognized the shimmer along the edges of his mind. It was a familiar sensation he knew all to well from childhood. He set down the bowl of cake batter and frowned. “Alright…only if it’s so important…” he muttered softly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Within moments his body ( Read more... )