The evening was young, and as she walked through the back halls of her theater, she could hear the sounds of the evening's last show. It brought a smile to her face even as she turned toward the small room that had been prepared for the evening.
Two responses.
It was more than she had expected. But it was good. They had never been weak. But to see such drive and ambition lately. Well. It was good.
The room was outfitted simply as a sitting room. A lounge, a chair or two. Large, oversized cushions clearly meant for seats as well. Rugs layered atop the floor. Soft lights provided by table lamps or floor lamps. Posters for the shows from the years framed and hung on the walls.
Above she knew Kalos waited, ready to bring them to her upon arrival.
Settling herself onto the lounge, her movements graceful enough to be a show despite the lack of an audience she wondered. Wondered on how the two would become one.
Connor OBrien Drakken Jacque Killian