[littl3chocobo]

he would be lying if he did not admit she was beautiful even by the low flickering light in the dining-hall. the fabric she wore looked as black as any mourning dress until it grew close enough to the flames spread all about and glowed a red so dark as to be blue or pitch underneath. he wondered if the dress was worn to spite or to tease. as she daintily took her seat and gave him a long blank inquisitive stare he settled on it being a threat