[Moira sat on a nearly bench, nursing the headache that was her current life. The adrenaline was still pumping after her heated conversation with Oliver. Or an Oliver. One who certainly had her son's stubbornness, that was for sure. Then again, he probably inherited it from her.]
[It wasn't hard to notice the signs of a woman in roughly the same position as she had found herself an hour prior. Rising to her feet, she made sure to send those stand owners a stern Queen Look before offering a smile.]
So, are you actually waiting for someone, or was that a cover?
Sounds good!
[Moira sat on a nearly bench, nursing the headache that was her current life. The adrenaline was still pumping after her heated conversation with Oliver. Or an Oliver. One who certainly had her son's stubbornness, that was for sure. Then again, he probably inherited it from her.]
[It wasn't hard to notice the signs of a woman in roughly the same position as she had found herself an hour prior. Rising to her feet, she made sure to send those stand owners a stern Queen Look before offering a smile.]
So, are you actually waiting for someone, or was that a cover?
[Because she recognizes that trick.]