[You're in luck, Franziska, because Iris would neither complain nor attempt to protest such a notion. She wouldn't even bat an eyelash at the whole "perfect" thing; clearly, this young woman was confident enough in herself that Iris should be meant to feel confident as well.]
[...a confidence which, in due time, seemed to be rewarded.]
An entrance made of...sand?
[And only sand?]
How...strange. But you're right. I'll follow your lead.
no subject
[...a confidence which, in due time, seemed to be rewarded.]
An entrance made of...sand?
[And only sand?]
How...strange. But you're right. I'll follow your lead.