Daughter of the Night
••Diana Fia Roberts••
The Spirit Lives Within Us All
Diana smiled at Jack as he presented glasses and liquor to the group. Diana took the glass she was being offered and quickly drank it's contents. She poured herself another glassful and then sat back and listened to the conversation going on as everyone tried to figure each other out.
As the blonde woman, Veronica, began to speak Diana listened intently, very curious as to what her story could be. Being a daughter of the night Diana knew there was something dark that held power over this woman, but she couldn't tell quite what it was. Diana could tell however that Veronica was not being completely truthful with the group. Diana valued the truth very much, because if someone was willing to tell the truth it meant they were willing to stand up to the demands they had faced and say
'You don't control me, I am not ashamed of who I am or what I've done' and Diana respected anyone who could do that, she knew how hard it was.
Diana took another glass, about half full of liquor, and turned on the couch so that she was facing Veronica. She reached her arm out towards the blonde, the glass of liquor perched in her outstretched hand, offering it directly to Veronica.
"Is that the whole story? And Is that everything we need to know about you dear?" Diana asked not rudely but more in a coaxing tone of voice. She just wanted to make sure this woman wasn't more dangerous than she was letting on.
this work thing popped up out of no where and so I had no time to get on let alone post for the last few days