For all he's been warned, and all he was expecting this meeting, the actual aesthetic of this place sets Ringabel's teeth on edge. This place would meet with the enthusiastic approval of a certain Red Mage (or the bearer of that job's Asterisk, at least). And air heady with something intoxicating, when Fiore DeRosa already leaps unbidden to the mind...
Ringabel sits on the couch, legs folded into a "4," frowning. "Am I to assume I am in the abode of the lady Psyche?" he asks to no one in particular.
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For all he's been warned, and all he was expecting this meeting, the actual aesthetic of this place sets Ringabel's teeth on edge. This place would meet with the enthusiastic approval of a certain Red Mage (or the bearer of that job's Asterisk, at least). And air heady with something intoxicating, when Fiore DeRosa already leaps unbidden to the mind...
Ringabel sits on the couch, legs folded into a "4," frowning. "Am I to assume I am in the abode of the lady Psyche?" he asks to no one in particular.