The Fabulous Emerald
It's never illogical to be fabulous
EmeraldGail, the forever young.
Her hand is soft and delicate, and feels like you could snap it like a branch. Despite this, however, Gail doesn’t seem to fear Ren’s handshake.
“Nice to meet you Ren. And I wasn’t crying; I just had something in my eye.”
Six hundred years of practice and she’s still awful at lying. Her voice wavers when she says the lie, and she turns her head away from Ren as if to not look him in the eyes.
“Hey, err…are you a psychic? Those rocks…”
Roman
Her hand is soft and delicate, and feels like you could snap it like a branch. Despite this, however, Gail doesn’t seem to fear Ren’s handshake.
“Nice to meet you Ren. And I wasn’t crying; I just had something in my eye.”
Six hundred years of practice and she’s still awful at lying. Her voice wavers when she says the lie, and she turns her head away from Ren as if to not look him in the eyes.
“Hey, err…are you a psychic? Those rocks…”