shewhotends
Of all the faces she never expected to see before her ever again—let alone in this city—there she was.  The jadeblood whom she had considered nudging into the flushed quadrant at one time was within an arms reach from her now.  Would she apologize for the games?  For getting her killed?  Whenever had she been the apologizing sort?  Mindfang was not going to start now.
“It's 8een a long time.”
She did not reach out to the woman and hoped the sound of her voice would be enough to make her turn around. Â There was no hidden sentimentality, only the base desire to cause mischief and to challenge herself by playing her games without powers.
“Let me 8e the first to welcome you 8ack from the throes of death.  Though if my greeting was not the first you heard, I'd find it a tad 8it disheartening.  Your current gar8 is certainly more agreeable than that other rag you came to me in.”