[ You would think that her own fucking manager would be able to find her when needed on off-hours.
But alas, he's still kind of a dumb-arsed mortal and has opinions about encroaching on the personal space of youngsters besides.
In the car-park at one of her concert venues in Maurtia Falls, she might sense a small shrine to her. It's mostly just a rotted tree stump decorated with candles and Alexander McQueen ads torn from magazines for effect, but it is what it is.
In a husked-out part of the stump she will find tribute in the form of a badly-wrapped gift box, unaccompanied by any note or card. Within the box is an appropriately-themed pendant on the end of a sparkling chain. If she were to look closely at the back, she might find a modestly-sized ward of protection engraved by hand.
action-ish;
But alas, he's still kind of a dumb-arsed mortal and has opinions about encroaching on the personal space of youngsters besides.
In the car-park at one of her concert venues in Maurtia Falls, she might sense a small shrine to her. It's mostly just a rotted tree stump decorated with candles and Alexander McQueen ads torn from magazines for effect, but it is what it is.
In a husked-out part of the stump she will find tribute in the form of a badly-wrapped gift box, unaccompanied by any note or card. Within the box is an appropriately-themed pendant on the end of a sparkling chain. If she were to look closely at the back, she might find a modestly-sized ward of protection engraved by hand.
Just an anonymous gift from a fan, surely. ]