A Burning Memory, Part 7

Irene did the thing again where she'd lean in toward the table, drag and scoot her arms closer by bare inches… but no instance was she more blatant, more eager about it than just right then.

At the edge, of the actual edge, of her seat was probably the best way to put it, considering she was pretty much a small gust away from some kind of bone infarction. 

"So here we are," she said, a flat tone of voice echoing in contrast to her body language. "Am I finally about to hear the real true story of you and Silas?" 

"Real? True?" Ria cocked her head. "What - haven't you, already? I did tell you, didn't I?" 

"Bits and pieces," she responded, with just a little sour note of resentment lagging behind her. "Bits and pieces of lies, apparently. You told me Silas was just an apprentice sorcerer. That he found you, adopted you - you never mentioned a word about Torem or anything regarding the story you're telling now."