This is Me

[Nhysa]

Nhysa preferred his lighter moods. The teasing played a smile over her features, and though she did not particularly care for the clothes (possessions were as ephemeral as much of her life), she did like the things he said. Her laugh was low, but nonetheless genuine, as she swept closer. The brush of her lips was naught but an unfulfilled promise, though.

“That,” she declared, “is a very poor attempt.”

She was on her feet as quickly as he had lost his, and offered a hand up with a sly smile.