"The designer won't be here today! Ember trusts us to execute his vision!"
Maia called out from wherever she was, plenty loud enough for the entire studio to hear. I know she yelled loudly during the negotiation, but I guess there is a reason she is good at it. Like a foreman on a jobsite… it helps her touch base with everyone all at once.
> Wouldn't radios work too? Well, it's *cheaper* this way I guess. <
Through some combination of imagery that included a wolf moving from one den into another, I got the gist of what the idiot spirit inside me was getting at. I tried to hold it in, but ended up hissing a curse in my native tongue before mumbling something that I didn't need anyone to hear.
"...I don't care that it would be cheaper to live with her, it's not happening…"
"Hm? Worried because the one who liked you so much isn't here?"
"What?"
