[center][h1][b][i][color=87CEFA] Amber May[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Interacting with:[/b] Desh [@Lady Amalthea]
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Amber couldn't help but chuckle at his little speech, even hungover he was a man of many words. She wondered whether she wanted to hear his ramblings when he wasn't fighting the effects of the previous night. Perhaps not. His was a man of many words, but they were poetic words nonetheless. Amber wasn't any good with the arts but could appreciate anyone who was in any of its forms, poetry included. [color=87CEFA]"Guess Ay will 'ave something t' look forward t', aye?"[/color] she replies. [color=87CEFA]"Dinnae laugh, not th' best thing t' do when yer hungover,"[/color]

[color=87CEFA]"Ah visited India fer a uni trip a couple o' years ago, aye? Ah fell in love wi' th' culchur 'n' land, ah did, 'n' th' art, tis importance 'n' history in yer culchur. That's what ah do, ye see. Ah look int' art, analyse tis history 'n' worth 'n' that, or ah will whin a've settled in 'n' foun' a job. Most hotels onlie want visitors fer so lang afore thay overstay thair welcome, Aye. Ah plan on staying fer a lang time. Fae what a've heard this place is more... Lik' hame than a hotel. Ah mist admit, a'm lou'in th' atmosphere already,"[/color] she chuckles, not commenting on another standout reason for her leaving Scotland, her feeling that she wasn't safe from her parents judgemental eyes being so abroad. It was probably a stupid ideal to some, definitely not a respectable decision. [color=87CEFA]"Whit about ye? Haes th' Best Exotic always bin yers? Whit made ye want t' run a hotel?"[/color]