Lena had never once thought about Zavien’s flaws – so her eyes widened, and then she briefly snorted, pretending to enact innocence and batting her eyes. “Oh? You don’t work on your Dragoon skills? I thought that’s what all warriors did.” She stuck her tongue out briefly, the wine making her slightly braver.
Ah – but then the blunder had occurred within, and though she’d tried to edge her way around potential pitfalls, she hadn’t thought the multitudes through. She paused, striving to figure out how to not delve deeper into the traumas and painful sentiments. “Sorry,” she murmured instead, taking another breath and placing the wine glass down, figuring it might be safer for the water until the appetizer arrived.
He didn’t seem to begrudge her for the inquiry, even as she squirmed inwardly, eyes flickering elsewhere. The housing semblances seemed to be a better fit – though those immediately had her gaze widening and head shooting back upwards the moment he started unfurling one thing after another. She had to scramble through several of the statements before she could respond, and then by the end she was muffling laughter – breaking within understanding and comprehension several seconds thereafter – even if her cheeks were still quite flushed. “This is what I meant by the insinuations,” she waved her hand around for emphasis. Deciding to tease, she hummed again. “From what I gathered, I’m welcome in your house, but you don’t want to be near me out of politeness.”
Opting to save him from himself, she freed him from the torment. “It’s all right. I understand,” she thought anyway, beginning to wonder other implications but not giving them a single voice. “And you don’t have to worry. There’s some houses close to the Celestine that I’ll probably pick out soon.”
Ah – but then the blunder had occurred within, and though she’d tried to edge her way around potential pitfalls, she hadn’t thought the multitudes through. She paused, striving to figure out how to not delve deeper into the traumas and painful sentiments. “Sorry,” she murmured instead, taking another breath and placing the wine glass down, figuring it might be safer for the water until the appetizer arrived.
He didn’t seem to begrudge her for the inquiry, even as she squirmed inwardly, eyes flickering elsewhere. The housing semblances seemed to be a better fit – though those immediately had her gaze widening and head shooting back upwards the moment he started unfurling one thing after another. She had to scramble through several of the statements before she could respond, and then by the end she was muffling laughter – breaking within understanding and comprehension several seconds thereafter – even if her cheeks were still quite flushed. “This is what I meant by the insinuations,” she waved her hand around for emphasis. Deciding to tease, she hummed again. “From what I gathered, I’m welcome in your house, but you don’t want to be near me out of politeness.”
Opting to save him from himself, she freed him from the torment. “It’s all right. I understand,” she thought anyway, beginning to wonder other implications but not giving them a single voice. “And you don’t have to worry. There’s some houses close to the Celestine that I’ll probably pick out soon.”
Lena
