Date: 2011-08-10 11:14 pm (UTC)
She was quoting songs at him. How very Refugee-like. And here she said she wasn't one of them.

"Can do." Sand materialized before them in a dusty cloud, coalescing into a sturdy disk just large enough to carry them both. He bowed his head to Aya, gesturing for her to go first. "Unless you'd prefer a portal..."
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