Will there, ( she mutters, disbelieving — this nice little selenian pit stop can't last forever, and who knows what planet they'll go to next. there being "plenty" of time for sun seems like an assumption that will only end in her not having enjoyed good (albeit fake, though sarra still doesn't know quite how that works...) weather while she had the chance.
still, she listens to sigourney attentively, eyebrow raised in curiosity. )
No offense meant, Sigourney, but you seem like the kind of person whose proposals I should turn down every time.
( there's nothing she can put her finger on, exactly, but just... a feeling. the sense that beneath sigourney's smarm and charm and sharp little teeth are dangerous whirlpools. with krakens at the bottom. and a reef that will wreck anything that gets dashed upon it.
he's dangerous, essentially.
but so is sarra, and she was made to weather storms. )
no subject
still, she listens to sigourney attentively, eyebrow raised in curiosity. )
No offense meant, Sigourney, but you seem like the kind of person whose proposals I should turn down every time.
( there's nothing she can put her finger on, exactly, but just... a feeling. the sense that beneath sigourney's smarm and charm and sharp little teeth are dangerous whirlpools. with krakens at the bottom. and a reef that will wreck anything that gets dashed upon it.
he's dangerous, essentially.
but so is sarra, and she was made to weather storms. )
What is it, then?