"Are - are you all right?" asks Isabella, taking a step back. "That looks like it hurts."
Delilah gets to her feet, wings swishing along the floor as they follow her up. "Isabella, your time is your own for at least the next week, but I for one want to wake up to your rendition of the Sunrise Chorus with a decent tenor of your choice at least once in that time, and I wouldn't dream of prohibiting you from answering any petitions you happen to hear. Noah, shall we go see about those Manadavvi I've left poor Mark entertaining for the past hour?"
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Date: 2013-02-06 10:54 pm (UTC)Delilah gets to her feet, wings swishing along the floor as they follow her up. "Isabella, your time is your own for at least the next week, but I for one want to wake up to your rendition of the Sunrise Chorus with a decent tenor of your choice at least once in that time, and I wouldn't dream of prohibiting you from answering any petitions you happen to hear. Noah, shall we go see about those Manadavvi I've left poor Mark entertaining for the past hour?"
And with that Delilah and Noah are gone.