Why Do We Cater To Their Whims?

Her taste was atrocious, the purple made her look like a bloated corpse, which she'll soon be, if what she was gossiping about with the woman with her is to be believed. Trying to steal spouses usually ends with one being dead, especially the woman who lets herself become so addicted to the rush of love that she has to "steal" anyone. She huffed out a breath as she felt him sink down into the couch with her, turning over so that she could drape her long, leather clad legs over his lap, sighing gently that he had no new gossip about the rich they catered to to share with her. That was disappointing, but Quinn would come through for her in ways that others couldn't, her eyes darting to his face as she smirked.

Of course she did, they always buy, even when I protest. The dress will be beautiful, but all anyone will say is how could I let anyone walk out of my shope dressed like that. Maybe I will accidentally make it a little darker than she chose, that way it will match that blackness in her heart. Honestly, why marry if you don't take the vows seriously, do these rich people even pay to ignore their vows? Wouldn't surprise me, they pay for every damn thing else. She sat up then, eyes searching his face once again, as she went to tuck a stray bit of that wavy hair of his back behind an ear, before she noticed the griffon sleeping near the window and she immediately tilted her head to the side, before her eyes went back to his.

Is that what I think it is? Is my dear Quinn a single father now? She teased a little as she put an arm over the back of the couch, taking in the sleeping animal, but making no moves on going to pet. She rather liked her fingers being on her hands, and that beak looked sharp. Later when she felt more adventurous she would ask to pet the griffon, but for now, she had a healthy appreciation to not try and for attention on it. They were like cats, were they not, if she ignored it long enough it would come to investigate her on it's own terms -- she was just fine with that. Tell me about the adventure, I want to hear about how you came across it and now have brought it back with you. What of the others in the expedition? Anyone you now have under your thumb for a later date? She was already feeling better, now that her mind was off her afternoon -- Quinn, as always, able to turn her mercurial moods in a few words and a simple batting of those stunning lashes of his.

@Quintilian Frey