Mistress Cara of the Mord'Sith
Who Needs "The Force" When You Have An Agiel?
November 25th, 2010 
wrongkindofsith: (Not happy Jan)
Instead of her usual post-radio bed-flop (talking that much was draining, all right?), Cara was pacing, fingers drumming restlessly against her thighs.

She mightn't have worn a hole in the carpet yet, but given the tension in her shoulders it was only a matter of time.

[Expecting one.]
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