Mar 8, 2018
@laeofalola
“You...”
The voice, thready and hoarse with lack of use, did not sound much at all like Lusamine’s own. She, too, appeared drained of nearly all her sweetness and commanding air, though she did maintain a semblance of her ethereal beauty laid down in bed as she was, dressed in and surrounded by delicate, angelic white. Her head had been propped up with a collection of silk pillows (she seemed to be lacking the strength to keep it upright herself), over which her hair spilled in long, pale yellow coils.
An excruciatingly quiet moment passed, and her lips curved to form a faint smile.
“Well now... Isn’t this a surprise? To think that I would be paid a personal visit by Alola’s newly christened Champion...”
