|Subject:||Re: Dia Tiernan...|
|Author:||La Reina (Authenticated as La Reina)|
|Date:||September 20, 2012 at 8:16:04 AM|
|Reply to:||Dia Tiernan... by Viola Eponine|
Poor Dia; indeed, a lot of things could have been avoided if she had received some good help. And, fortunately, since my hobby is slowly fixing and reconstructing your broken things, I know just the right person to help her...
At last, the door swung open and a man walked into the room. Dia saw that he was just approaching middle-aged, with a thin, pale face and brown eyes peering from behind a pair of spectacles. Upon meeting her gaze, he smiled and sat down on the chair opposite hers.
"Miss Dia Tiernan," his voice had a raspy, grainy tone to it, but somehow managed to not grate on her ears. "Good morning. I'm Doctor Abraham Farkas; it's good to meet you." His lips curved into a small smile, warm but not saccharine; fatherly.
An omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.
This message was edited by the author on September 20, 2012 at 8:17:42 AM
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