get ahead of myself

"and you're smart enough to know that talk is cheap" she'd grin. it was actions that spoke. Desdemona wasn't going to give everything and get nothing in return. the bird had been meager, an act of graceful kindness for a small child, but commitment was something else entirely. she stifled a yawn, the sun beating heavily on her dark coat. it was so easy to just drift off and ignore the rest of the stifling world. "well, I look forward to that day nonetheless." it certainly beat having nothing to do.

and nothing was not something her little friend could afford to do. "you should get back to Banshee though" Desdemona feinted concern for the small girl. despite how pleasant this had been, she knew it had to end eventually. she couldn't done a lot worse for company though. "there's no telling what that child has gotten up to while you're chatty with such an attractive stranger, hm?" she'd wink at Deathbelle, giggling.