"Land 'o," Colleen exclaims. "Ye ain' be hearin' o' the Devil 'imself?" she demands. Then, suspecting this might be a trap, as this is a very tall woman...with rather unusual eyes. A demoness, she's sure now. "But, then, ye would be denyin' him, jes' to be testin' me.
"O' course sleep is within my keeping," she declares with barely a breath's pause. "I am the Incarnation o' Sleep." She holds her ground though she wants to shrink away, her hand touching the pouch at her hip.
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Date: 2009-09-12 08:11 pm (UTC)"O' course sleep is within my keeping," she declares with barely a breath's pause. "I am the Incarnation o' Sleep." She holds her ground though she wants to shrink away, her hand touching the pouch at her hip.