*Harmony woke in her sumptous wing in Willow's fortress. She found the scroll laying next to her and opened it, reading over it. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or not. She looked at the bottom part and did her best to try and figure out the words.*
'Beatum sit in nominee D'Hoffrynis, fiat hoc spatium porta ad mundum.'
*She scratched her head after she said it and her nose scrunched up.*
What the hell is up with this french crap? I mean I always wanted to go to France, who wouldn't? But, like, why do they have to speak french?
“My first applicant of the day.” D’hoffryn thought to himself. “Providing a speedy response, this must be quite the go-getter.” He continued merrily. D’hoffryn was always excited in conducting interviews for potential demons.
He took a quick glance at the small temporal fold he had created in front of him. “Ah yes, Harmony Kendall. She came highly recommended by Miss Rosenberg.” He recalled. As he continued observing the temporal fold he noted her bemused rambling. He sighed and shook his head. D’hoffyrn proceeded to transport himself with haste to Harmony’s living quarters.
“It’s Latin Miss Kendall, not French.” His spoke in a gracious tone. “Oh, how rude of me, I have not introduced myself. I must apologize. I am D’hoffryn, Lord of Arashmahaar.”
"Yes, you do, very... I mean...wait." D'hoffryn replied to her comment as he was caught off guard. He had to regain his composure. "That is not what I intended to say Miss Kendall.” He continued.
“ARASH-MA-HAAR..." he enunciated the word slowly for comprehension. “That is the realm that I inhabit, my home.”
He found her response and bafflement rather amusing. “You have answered my advertisement and that is the reason that I am here in your presence.” He stated as he returned her smile.
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'Beatum sit in nominee D'Hoffrynis, fiat hoc spatium porta ad mundum.'
*She scratched her head after she said it and her nose scrunched up.*
What the hell is up with this french crap? I mean I always wanted to go to France, who wouldn't? But, like, why do they have to speak french?
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He took a quick glance at the small temporal fold he had created in front of him. “Ah yes, Harmony Kendall. She came highly recommended by Miss Rosenberg.” He recalled. As he continued observing the temporal fold he noted her bemused rambling. He sighed and shook his head. D’hoffyrn proceeded to transport himself with haste to Harmony’s living quarters.
“It’s Latin Miss Kendall, not French.” His spoke in a gracious tone. “Oh, how rude of me, I have not introduced myself. I must apologize. I am D’hoffryn, Lord of Arashmahaar.”
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Wait, my ass is WHAT?
*She looked at the Demon.*
I will say, I have a very nice ass, I worked hard on it. A girl has to have a nice ass if she plans to do any justice to designer heels.
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“ARASH-MA-HAAR..." he enunciated the word slowly for comprehension. “That is the realm that I inhabit, my home.”
He found her response and bafflement rather amusing. “You have answered my advertisement and that is the reason that I am here in your presence.” He stated as he returned her smile.
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