H-344: Little Isle Manor House, Parlour
“Well-spent feels like it began after I arrived at Zargonia, yes, though I’ve learned to be grateful for the lessons I learned before that.
“As to whether it’s continuing? I don’t feel old, but I enjoy my mature judgement over my youthful brashness.”
She seems to be expecting a follow-on from Lia.
Lia kicks off her shoes and tucks her feet up on the couch beside her, arranging herself with one arm lounging over the armrest to her right, all the while holding her wine in her left hand. This maneuver is achieved fluidly and with admirable dexterity of movement.
She contemplates Raina as she brings the glass to her lips and takes a small sip.
“I’m waiting for the details of this well-spent youth I’ve heard so much about…”
Her jacket has shifted very slightly from it’s designated draping.