[Menagerie Aquarium] Wonderous Lights [-open-]

[Ishara Dossari]

"Thank you, Serrif," Ishara murmured, slightly heartened by the potential for some kind of income. He had already done so much to help her as it was...and here he was, still giving. She gave a slow, silent shake to her head, wondering why he could not see these things so clearly in himself...We are our own worst critics, after all...

Serrif's words carried across the silent space between them and tugged a reluctant smile from Ishara. Truth be told, she had not grown to know many people in and around Riverfall. She would like to think, that given the choice, Serif would have been her pick for companionship down here in the deep. She enjoyed his company, after all. He always seemed to have something new to teach her, too.

Then, there were the silences, like this one. The silences that stretched languidly between them like a sun-toasted cat, in no hurry to move on. These kind of silences were Ishara's favorite, for in them she found herself best able to appreciate the bond of companionship they had shared since their first meeting not so very long ago...

"I'm glad you came," she said, staring up at the slick curviture of the glass tunnel overhead, wondering if she could spot the moon from so deep... "this is just the sort of thing worth sharing." The flash of a smile accompanied the glance she gave him.

Exhaustion crept up on Ishara rapidly, though. It was but a few minutes later, and she was smothering her second yawn behind her hand. A long day had not prepared her for lingering at such an hour, and the warm sands of her camp suddenly seemed so welcoming...