01-09-2021, 02:45 AM
Sophiea. Michael didn't know much about the Tangler, outside of what Roan had occasionally told him about her from their letters. From what he had gathered... she was British. That was about all he knew, really, since Roan wasn't really much of the sharing type, these days. He also knew that she had some kind of correspondence with Goldie, but he didn't know the extent to which the two of them knew each other. After all, he had only been present when Sophiea's veiled letter of distress had arrived for Goldie, and look where that had gotten them. However, he didn't hold that entire situation against Soph, especially since he didn't know all the circumstances of what had happened. Not to mention that he didn't really have the time to be holding grudges – he was pretty exhausted these days, post all the raid and battle shit that had happened. He much preferred having a chance to relax and spend time with his family, rather than fume about shit that didn't really matter anymore.
The sound of the bell ringing out was what drew the dealer over, his gaze scanning over Soph and his perked ears taking in what she had to say. Unfortunately, her words only caused him to wince, knowing that he would probably be delivering some bad news. A soft sigh passed through the thief's muzzle before he looked properly up at her, mismatched gaze meeting hers, "Er... hey. I'm sure it won't be too long until Goldie is here, but... she probably won't remember you. Her head got hit pretty hard during the final raid, and... she's been having pretty terrible memory issues since then. Just letting you know right now." It seemed that the best option would be to be honest with Sophiea, so that she could prepare herself for what Goldie would say. Of course, Goldie was remarkably polite about the whole thing, but it would still hurt having one of your dear friends ask you who you were.
The sound of the bell ringing out was what drew the dealer over, his gaze scanning over Soph and his perked ears taking in what she had to say. Unfortunately, her words only caused him to wince, knowing that he would probably be delivering some bad news. A soft sigh passed through the thief's muzzle before he looked properly up at her, mismatched gaze meeting hers, "Er... hey. I'm sure it won't be too long until Goldie is here, but... she probably won't remember you. Her head got hit pretty hard during the final raid, and... she's been having pretty terrible memory issues since then. Just letting you know right now." It seemed that the best option would be to be honest with Sophiea, so that she could prepare herself for what Goldie would say. Of course, Goldie was remarkably polite about the whole thing, but it would still hurt having one of your dear friends ask you who you were.
— Reggan