H-323: Little Isle Manor House, Parlour
Raina regards her through slitted eyes, before gifting Lia a smile with a slight shake of her head.
“I do believe you just told me an enchanting tale of first love between a young girl and a broken pencil.”
She sips again from her drink.
“Do you always tear out your lovers’ hearts and melt them?”
Lia’s answering smile is knowing.
“Only the ones made of rock.”