M X C S, Nine, One, O, Two, 90, Isn't It?

Leria's joviality impressed me in a way i didn't think possible. At her age, i was just an uneasy girl waiting for an aunt to come home and bring pieces of food, jokes and gossip. The little girl enched her teeth, turned around leria's chair and scored. Her father came out of the shadows and patted his daughter's head,. His thick beard contorting to reveal a smile. He pointed to one of the waiters that carried a tray of overpriced shrimp with one hand. Would you like it leria? My heart thudded and the hair on my arms bristled in anger. I wanted to drag his gaze back to me