Timestamp: 14th of Summer, 513AV "Perhaps we'll meet again!" "I hope so," Kirsi agreed. And then, because she just couldn't resist a little more teasing, even under the circumstances, "and when you're famous the world over, I can tell people I knew you when stage masters dared to yell at you." As Jorin hailed a fresh-faced young girl for assistance, Kirsi looked around at the Medical Center. It did have that very clean, impersonal look that she had come to associate with foul-smelling herbal concoctions and remedies that often seemed as uncomfortable (or moreso) than the ailments they were designed to treat. Still, best to just get it over and done with. Before walking off in the direction the girl in white had scurried, she turned back to Jorin once more. "...best of luck to you, Kirsi Winterflame." This was followed by a bow that could not have been more dramatic if it had been performed on a stage with full background. Kirsi considered that Jorin's stage master would be a fool not to see his flair for the dramatic and employ it in every way possible. "And good luck to you, Jorin. I hope your punishment isn't too severe!" Waving at his retreating back, Kirsi sighed. With resignation, she turned and trudged after the young aide, holding her finger up at shoulder-level once more. The End. ![]() |