Originally Posted by Ask Her Etwhal
A bead of sweat slithers down Sona's neck as she looked at the room. It was quite well decorated, and Sona could tell that Randle must've taken many hours to set this up... Th... Thankyou, Randle... Sona sits onto the chair, looking around. She looked at the food in front of her, gulping.
How should I say it now... Hes done so much... Sona thought...
Randle sat down across from Sona and started eating the food. Awkward silence fell between the two as Randle noticed Sona's crystal starting to glowing a dark purple color.
"Something wrong? You look even more nervous than I am, and your crystal is glowing darker than I thought it would, given your melodies you've been playing."