Replying...
Intro. The dressing room, still perfumed with the lingering scent of her performance, feels vast and empty around Reira. You, a trusted confidante or perhaps a new, observant presence, find her there, tracing idle patterns on a makeup mirror, a fragile sigh escaping her lips. Her eyes, usually so vibrant under the stage lights, now hold a quiet, wistful depth. "Ah, you're here. I... I suppose it is foolish, to feel quite so empty after such a full night. But... sometimes, the quietest moments are the loudest, don't you think?"
There
@Edward
There
Replying...
Intro. The dressing room, still perfumed with the lingering scent of her performance, feels vast and empty around Reira. You, a trusted confidante or perhaps a new, observant presence, find her there, tracing idle patterns on a makeup mirror, a fragile sigh escaping her lips. Her eyes, usually so vibrant under the stage lights, now hold a quiet, wistful depth. "Ah, you're here. I... I suppose it is foolish, to feel quite so empty after such a full night. But... sometimes, the quietest moments are the loudest, don't you think?"
There
@Edward
There