Thread:BixbiteTheGreat/@comment-34012245-20190916212735/@comment-38973390-20190918211446

Re-opening her eyes, Minti blinked - she had cowered away and tried to ignore the scene out of fear, but it seemed that the weapons were gone now. Thank you, she silently expressed, looking a great bit more relieved.

It seemed that more people had arrived, and -- oh. How rude of her, to not offer her own name. "Ah, I'm sorry... my name is Minti. I, um, am the assisant of Ms. Autumn. It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Germaine. And ah, yes, I s-suppose you could say that. I was supposed to-- um, well, I got distracted, but I'm not important. Like I said, this really is such a pretty place! I'm glad I found it. Oh! It's also very nice to meet you both too, Mister Prince Flint and er... Ms. Myra...? I'm very sorry, I don't know sign language, so I very much apologize if I got it wrong. Ah, and you two, too? It's rather sad that you don't have a name, Mister," she said, her tone anxious and rapid, "but it's n-nice to meet you as well. Ah, I'm sorry. Am I talking too much?"