The mistress let her muscles loosen with the solace that she wasn't alone in this fate. This wasn't some sort of mistake; she was sent here. He was sent here.
I see,she murmured,
Dracarys... call me Siru,she offered a dip of her head in greeting.
I do wish we could meet in different circumstances.There was a melancholy tone to her melodic timbre. Something between regret and defeat; fate had brought them here. No amount of lamenting would ever change that.
Cautious steps with footfalls silent as the beat of an owl's wings drew Siru forwards.
Do you know of anyone else here?She glanced at him.
Anyone else who wound up in this place?
All events involving Siru occur on a strictly organic basis unless discussed OOC and mutually agreed upon.
