(ooc: I swear I replied to this days ago. I think the metro cell reception ate my comment. Grrr)
"Riley?" Corrine feels a jab in her stomach at the very mention. "Oh yes, the Patron Saint of Siren Cove. We've... met."
She leads him into the sundraped living room at the center of the house. To the right it is wide open, a kitchen and dining room equally golden lit and shining with newness, a stairwell leading to the master suite. The west wing, of guest rooms and game rooms and extravagant things, is sealed off behind a closed door.
"Your fairy tale feline is through there. We've successfully avoided contact, smart thing." But when Corrine opens the door, it is clear some sort of tentative bond has been formed. In the hallway behind the door are various sized tinfoil balls, the remnants of games of a tentative friendship. Cinderella staying behind her line, chasing and batting makeshift toys tossed by Corrine. The cat was her first guest afterall. And deep-seated distaste or no, Corry is lonelier than she cares to admit.
"CAAAAT," She calls into the wing. "Your prince has arrived!"
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Date: 2014-05-26 09:18 pm (UTC)"Riley?" Corrine feels a jab in her stomach at the very mention. "Oh yes, the Patron Saint of Siren Cove. We've... met."
She leads him into the sundraped living room at the center of the house. To the right it is wide open, a kitchen and dining room equally golden lit and shining with newness, a stairwell leading to the master suite. The west wing, of guest rooms and game rooms and extravagant things, is sealed off behind a closed door.
"Your fairy tale feline is through there. We've successfully avoided contact, smart thing." But when Corrine opens the door, it is clear some sort of tentative bond has been formed. In the hallway behind the door are various sized tinfoil balls, the remnants of games of a tentative friendship. Cinderella staying behind her line, chasing and batting makeshift toys tossed by Corrine. The cat was her first guest afterall. And deep-seated distaste or no, Corry is lonelier than she cares to admit.
"CAAAAT," She calls into the wing. "Your prince has arrived!"