"No, not really," Ishtar sighed, finishing off her cigarette and stubbing it out. "I was running away." She exhaled a final stream of smoke, the faint colours in the grey ash writhing in the bright sunlight. "And ended up here of all places. I met an old friend... which was nice. And some of the people her I know of..."
Ishtar leaned against the edge of the polished front desk and dinged the bell with an absent gesture. "She's normally around here somewhere." Ishtar began zipping herself into the highly impractical boots, rolling up her jeans to do so. "That or the restaurant or library. Or the gardens. Or the garage. Oh, and I think she has an office. But best to try here first." She rolled her jeans down again and stood up. "Much better." She pressed the bell again.
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Re: (I'm so sorry, I let life get away from me for awhile.)
Date: Wednesday, 9 September 2009 06:33 (UTC)Ishtar leaned against the edge of the polished front desk and dinged the bell with an absent gesture. "She's normally around here somewhere." Ishtar began zipping herself into the highly impractical boots, rolling up her jeans to do so. "That or the restaurant or library. Or the gardens. Or the garage. Oh, and I think she has an office. But best to try here first." She rolled her jeans down again and stood up. "Much better." She pressed the bell again.