"Me?" Yvaine blinks, momentarily caught off guard - one hand pressing to her chest and eyes almost comically wide - before she rights herself. Stars, one finds, are things that shine - that, when called upon, are things that perform.
A roar of agreement and she raises a hand in acquiescence, "Very well, very well! What sort of story would you like?"
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Date: 2007-07-02 04:58 am (UTC)A roar of agreement and she raises a hand in acquiescence, "Very well, very well! What sort of story would you like?"