Sometimes, less was more.
Sometimes, more was less.
Sometimes-
Things were shit.
This was one of those times.
"So you're saying, these lesser beings have somehow stood together and now are revolting?" A shrug. "And you're powerless against them?" She said. Legs crossed, sitting before the table like she owned the place. Skirt barely covering things, and the leggings tight.
In the office of the mayor.
Just the two of them.
The mayor and her.
She was at the central.
The central of the city.
"Yes… lady Xovia." The mayor shriveled up in his chair.
A fine, tall young man in his forties.
Quite handsome at that too. And yet, he paled before this small girl.
This girl who had the appearance of a 16-year-old girl; with translucent almost glowing skin.
