A Goal Without a Plan is Just a Wish

[Gar]

"Ashla!!" greeted Ni enthusiastically, jumping up from her seat to welcome Ashla with a warm--almost too affectionate--hug, "how was the concert, darling?" The conference room had been dressed with odds and ends meant to resemble decorations. In the middle of the table lay a rag with string. Ni was wearing her usual leathers that accentuate every curve, though they appeared to have been tidied up and polished since the last meeting. Her skin smelled like perfumed soap, her hair slightly damp and brushed but still holding a spiky, disheveled appearance.