It's Bowen. I ended up getting a ticket (not my fault, just a bit of magic gone wrong) and the officer wanted me to give you his regards
And then, having second thoughts, Bowen taps the delete key on her C.E.L.L. until the message window is clear again. She's been standing out on the balcony for a while now, fussing with the strange little rectangle, pausing periodically to look out over the Boneyard like she's still trying to decide if she's going to start calling this city home.
Most of that depends heavily on one thing in particular. And now that they have a few days of downtime, she might as well give this another try.
Richard, I'm sorry I brought up a difficult subject during dinner. Is there any way I could make it up to you? Let me know?
... delete, delete, delete. Yes, she had a lot to regret about what happened, but apologizing felt strange. She had meant well at the start, trying to find some common ground in their interests (and maybe show that she wasn't completely stupid, even if she was never going to impress a genius like him). And as soon as she had found out the Stormcrusher family wasn't just a bit of news for him...
Well, that's the part she regrets. As soon as she knew the conversation could only end on a sour note, she didn't even bother trying to be careful about it, nevermind try to salvage the evening. Instead, she tried to get through the worst part as quickly as possible, and it may have done more damage than she intended in the process.
Which, in a way, is sort of touching on what she's most afraid of.
This is going to sound weird, but when we were drunk, did I mention that I'm a convict? Or the kinds of monsters my friends and I have been fighting? I know what you said, but I feel as though I must have lied to you somewhere, that if you knew
... delete, delete, delete. With a sigh, she settles on a simple How are you doing?, sends it off, and then steps back inside the hotel room. She should probably stop worrying about it for now. If her husband didn't answer, there was still plenty of other ways to burn through the next few days. After all, they had a lot of alcohol in the room, and it wasn't gonna drink itself.
Bowen, the Amateur Necromancer
And then, having second thoughts, Bowen taps the delete key on her C.E.L.L. until the message window is clear again. She's been standing out on the balcony for a while now, fussing with the strange little rectangle, pausing periodically to look out over the Boneyard like she's still trying to decide if she's going to start calling this city home.
Most of that depends heavily on one thing in particular. And now that they have a few days of downtime, she might as well give this another try.
Richard, I'm sorry I brought up a difficult subject during dinner. Is there any way I could make it up to you? Let me know?
... delete, delete, delete. Yes, she had a lot to regret about what happened, but apologizing felt strange. She had meant well at the start, trying to find some common ground in their interests (and maybe show that she wasn't completely stupid, even if she was never going to impress a genius like him). And as soon as she had found out the Stormcrusher family wasn't just a bit of news for him...
Well, that's the part she regrets. As soon as she knew the conversation could only end on a sour note, she didn't even bother trying to be careful about it, nevermind try to salvage the evening. Instead, she tried to get through the worst part as quickly as possible, and it may have done more damage than she intended in the process.
Which, in a way, is sort of touching on what she's most afraid of.
This is going to sound weird, but when we were drunk, did I mention that I'm a convict? Or the kinds of monsters my friends and I have been fighting? I know what you said, but I feel as though I must have lied to you somewhere, that if you knew
... delete, delete, delete. With a sigh, she settles on a simple How are you doing?, sends it off, and then steps back inside the hotel room. She should probably stop worrying about it for now. If her husband didn't answer, there was still plenty of other ways to burn through the next few days. After all, they had a lot of alcohol in the room, and it wasn't gonna drink itself.