Re: Meet me
Leia had been relaxing comfortably in the chair. Her book was firmly rested on her lap and her eyes shut as she slowly went into the arms of Morpheus. She was rudely interrupted from her dreams of languishing on an ottoman as she was dressed as a Greek goddess and fed grapes by a troop of scantily clad men with bulging biceps. She gave a shuddering gasp when the icy water poured over her head soaking her blonde head all the way down to her white tank top. Green eyes narrowed as they searched for the culprit. And then she found him. Soon enough the dragon was on her feet and right on his heels. He may have been fast but she had quite the stamina herself.
"Tá mé ag dul a itheann tú!" The Irishgal shrieked in her native tongue as she charged after him.