Lena shook her head in response, the narrowing of her eyes an entire pretense, but also a volley of that’s not really how that works. “That’s always a good thing though.” He would’ve remembered the plagues and blights; especially the more recent, and to not have been swarmed and mauled by them, while so many others were, would’ve been paramount.
Not wholly aware of how much she gave herself away in little tells and movements, she’d only been driven by carefulness. Discrete poise, that measure of calm that gently ebbed and flowed beneath the surface. It had been years since her sibling’s death, and many others alongside, and perhaps given enough opportunities and time, she might’ve been less constrained about the whole thing. It was also a heavy subject for a first date, and she didn’t want to bring the mood down immediately. So she gave a firm nod, and then a thinning line of her lips, trying to override the discomfort, eyes flicking downwards, to candles and lightning bugs, finding solace in the stretch of time. Maybe the barest, minimal notions, and then nothing thereafter. “Yes. We lost her when the Ascended attacked the Tower.” They’d all been a little more naïve then – but Lena made no mention of being the one to find Sera in the rubble, of placing her amidst the memorials of the other ones gone and perished from the perils of war.
She was, perhaps, saved by mentioning anything else by the arrival of their food – and she took a long, steady breath and granted a small grin when the waiter maneuvered plates and portions around, placing the gilled musk deer and all its accoutrements on the table. “This looks fantastic,” came on a gasp and an immersion of delight, thanking the workers once again as they hastened off to the next.
While carving out a portion for herself, and then handing the knife over to Zavien, she listened on the merits of Dragoon dreams (of which she’d never had; for obvious sentiments and reasons). “Most things have room for improvements,” she winked, pushing rice onto her plate as well. “What were you thinking of enhancing?” She admittedly didn’t know a whole lot about the guild itself, rather than the pragmatical design; though she had to laugh at his sentiments. “Gods, I wouldn’t say that.” Pondering over the position of her own entity within the line of troops, she shrugged. “My intentions are to assist with building upon the medic side. I’m hoping, with permission, I can get some healing and herb packs going, along with some other ideas.”
Not wholly aware of how much she gave herself away in little tells and movements, she’d only been driven by carefulness. Discrete poise, that measure of calm that gently ebbed and flowed beneath the surface. It had been years since her sibling’s death, and many others alongside, and perhaps given enough opportunities and time, she might’ve been less constrained about the whole thing. It was also a heavy subject for a first date, and she didn’t want to bring the mood down immediately. So she gave a firm nod, and then a thinning line of her lips, trying to override the discomfort, eyes flicking downwards, to candles and lightning bugs, finding solace in the stretch of time. Maybe the barest, minimal notions, and then nothing thereafter. “Yes. We lost her when the Ascended attacked the Tower.” They’d all been a little more naïve then – but Lena made no mention of being the one to find Sera in the rubble, of placing her amidst the memorials of the other ones gone and perished from the perils of war.
She was, perhaps, saved by mentioning anything else by the arrival of their food – and she took a long, steady breath and granted a small grin when the waiter maneuvered plates and portions around, placing the gilled musk deer and all its accoutrements on the table. “This looks fantastic,” came on a gasp and an immersion of delight, thanking the workers once again as they hastened off to the next.
While carving out a portion for herself, and then handing the knife over to Zavien, she listened on the merits of Dragoon dreams (of which she’d never had; for obvious sentiments and reasons). “Most things have room for improvements,” she winked, pushing rice onto her plate as well. “What were you thinking of enhancing?” She admittedly didn’t know a whole lot about the guild itself, rather than the pragmatical design; though she had to laugh at his sentiments. “Gods, I wouldn’t say that.” Pondering over the position of her own entity within the line of troops, she shrugged. “My intentions are to assist with building upon the medic side. I’m hoping, with permission, I can get some healing and herb packs going, along with some other ideas.”
Lena
