[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Auragreedia][@Tlazolteotl][/right]

[color=8882be]Sirpa watched as Silver Blade walked away. Then, she silently watched the man. Again, he gave her the feeling that he wanted to be alone and, again, Sirpa convinced herself to push past that. She sat quietly with him for the few moments that they were alone and looked up as the cowboy rejoined them.

[b]“Sirpa,”[/b] she replied when he—-Morgan—-asked for her name. The metal of his hand felt cool and warm against hers at the same time. It startled her, and she returned her hand to her lap as he spoke again. [b]”It’s okay, I don’t drink.”[/b]

She took a deep breath and settled more into her chair. She wasn’t sure what else to say. She tapped her thumbs against each other to the beat of the music, her hands folded. [/color]