[Party; locked to keirofthesilver]
The tent is extremely dark; even with her low-light vision, all Choline can make out is a vague array of shape where Keir is. She can't even enter trance at this point because her blood is still boiling, thanks to the hormonal upheaval of a few moments ago. She worries on her lower lip in the blackness, stretched out on the floor of the tent.
"I find it interesting," she says haltingly, "that you keep coming back to me. I guess I should tell you a bit more about myself, since you were so kind to oblige me earlier."
"I find it interesting," she says haltingly, "that you keep coming back to me. I guess I should tell you a bit more about myself, since you were so kind to oblige me earlier."