[ Because of course the sound of someone being a buzzkill might attract Regina Mills, or the woman so identified when she was asleep in a pod. Just Regina, anymore. She appears at Wedge's shoulder in the area he has managed to qualify as the 'corner' of the giant cavern, her hands cupped around a mug filled with a liquor-saturated concoction of whatever kind on offer.
She had thought she might make an appearance, until it became apparent that appearances mean very little in a cave. ]
Celebrating the commemoration of something that didn't mean a damn thing, in the long run.
[ Her black hair has grown out a few inches, and she wears her home-grown garments of worn wool and cotton well, by now. She doesn't look at him, but casts sweeping judgement at the rave going on at large. Close enough in proximity to speak under the thumping music, rather than having to shout over it. ]
reality.
[ Because of course the sound of someone being a buzzkill might attract Regina Mills, or the woman so identified when she was asleep in a pod. Just Regina, anymore. She appears at Wedge's shoulder in the area he has managed to qualify as the 'corner' of the giant cavern, her hands cupped around a mug filled with a liquor-saturated concoction of whatever kind on offer.
She had thought she might make an appearance, until it became apparent that appearances mean very little in a cave. ]
Celebrating the commemoration of something that didn't mean a damn thing, in the long run.
[ Her black hair has grown out a few inches, and she wears her home-grown garments of worn wool and cotton well, by now. She doesn't look at him, but casts sweeping judgement at the rave going on at large. Close enough in proximity to speak under the thumping music, rather than having to shout over it. ]