Her fingers were halfway to her glass, with every intention of taking another drink of its delightful exotic wonder, when Constance froze.
The voice itself was strange enough, neither high nor low pitched, neither warm nor cold. But then and there when she turned to look at whatever stranger had spoken such an odd phrase, Constance paused. Not just paused naturally but as if there were some hidden remote that suddenly halted all action or expression, and she was left staring with eyes wide and lips parted at the figure.
She was too shocked to wonder if those stories of demons and monsters had been true after all, her mind drawing an utter blank as she stared uncomprehending. "What?" she asked, once she had found her tongue (but not one of her synapses beyond that).
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The voice itself was strange enough, neither high nor low pitched, neither warm nor cold. But then and there when she turned to look at whatever stranger had spoken such an odd phrase, Constance paused. Not just paused naturally but as if there were some hidden remote that suddenly halted all action or expression, and she was left staring with eyes wide and lips parted at the figure.
She was too shocked to wonder if those stories of demons and monsters had been true after all, her mind drawing an utter blank as she stared uncomprehending. "What?" she asked, once she had found her tongue (but not one of her synapses beyond that).