[center][h2] Millu'ci'vanda [/h2][/center]

"K... Koraline?" Fidgets uncomfortably. "Koraline, she... she's likely moved on. What happened between us..." Crosses then uncrosses legs, then crosses them again. "It was a fling. She never... I mean, she isn't the type to catch feelings." I give Jerus a pained look, though it is unclear if the pain is from the memory of Koraline or simply the discomfort suppressing Oroboro. "She's moved on by now, I'm sure. I mean... she must have... hasn't she? I mean..." fidgets more, and again the quiet buzzing flairs up. A small insect about the size of a carpenter ant crawls out from the sleeve of my coat and rests on the back of my left hand. It chirps its wings rhythmically, but I ignore it as I timidly ask, "Does... does Koraline still talk about me?"