“I would love to hear what Anju or Koa say about that,” she smiled in return, another tease – figuring he wouldn’t ever try to pull those notions with either Dragoon. A presumption, perhaps, but most soldiers carried the predilection of growth and duty, following commands, growing in their knowledge of weaponry and tactical skills. Maybe she’d been wrong.
Shaking her head at the nonsense, she tried to find the overlap of pushed away notions about his mother, and then the blundering statements thereafter. She gave him all the space he needed to formulate the right wording with an arched brow and serene patience, if an indulgent smile because that seemed better than letting him dig himself in further. “It’s okay,” she offered and assured instead, when naught seemed to come to the surface – uncertain about all those lines drawn again, misread circumstances, or where implications became something else entirely.
She drew a long breath as the appetizer approached. “Thank you,” was another polite and regal obliging towards the waiter, and then she stared openly at the food, stomach rumbling in response. Mittens drew its own head upwards, and could likely be seen soon hovering nearby, just over her shoulder. At the permission to snag hers first, she arched a brow and took one, leaving plenty remaining on the serving plate, waiting for him to grab some before diving in.
Shaking her head at the nonsense, she tried to find the overlap of pushed away notions about his mother, and then the blundering statements thereafter. She gave him all the space he needed to formulate the right wording with an arched brow and serene patience, if an indulgent smile because that seemed better than letting him dig himself in further. “It’s okay,” she offered and assured instead, when naught seemed to come to the surface – uncertain about all those lines drawn again, misread circumstances, or where implications became something else entirely.
She drew a long breath as the appetizer approached. “Thank you,” was another polite and regal obliging towards the waiter, and then she stared openly at the food, stomach rumbling in response. Mittens drew its own head upwards, and could likely be seen soon hovering nearby, just over her shoulder. At the permission to snag hers first, she arched a brow and took one, leaving plenty remaining on the serving plate, waiting for him to grab some before diving in.
Lena
