Oct 02, 2008 11:54
I am still back in Paloma for a trip that has become longer than what I intended. Who knew that such a small thing like a brewing war could take so long? At least I have had the chance to do some shopping, reading, and get some... work completed.
The tattoo has been completed, at last. A blast of bright red and orange, like the flame I now call my own. It is a strange thing to admit, that while I am here, home, I miss being the Phoenix. But there is more than one duty that is mine. Phoenix. Contessa. Alumni.
Rose wishes to speak, and I must off to go pick up the customary bottle of wine and the usual dagger to keep up my sleeve. Perhaps, for the first time in this return to our home, the news will be good.