Khallyon couldn't be more confused, especially by Quetzally's hesitation.
"Are you sure about that?"; Inquires Deputy Director Darcia with concern, showing the care she feels for her Old Friend's sake.
"Not really…"; Confess the Mature Lady as her beautiful exotic eyes become moist, filled with tears that are quickly evaporated by the powerful heat emanating from her body.
{Wow, that is impressive, and surely painful, boiling water so close to her eyes, is she a Masochist?, I don't mind that…}
"Anyway, I will not deceive him, Khallyon, you said something about courting me and making me your Future Wife, Could you say that again once Doyann show to you my real appearance?".
Dayana's twin claps her hands, mashing them together into a puddle of a black gooey substance, adopting quickly the apparency of a thin glass.
