Noe
It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
At teatime, everybody agrees
At teatime, everybody agrees
Oh, so this was going to be that kind of interaction.
The woman scoffed at Noe's good-natured teasing, and the girl shrugged to herself before turning to accept her own drink. Maybe the stranger was just in a mood. She couldn't blame her; as an Ancient, this had to be a difficult time of year, and LongNight was known for being unkind to those inhabiting this region. Or maybe she was stuck here like Noe, quietly wishing to be anywhere else. So Noe didn't take it personally, instead offering a casual: "High risk, high reward."
Either way, the engineer was keen to try the beverage. She sipped at it casually, brows rising at the surprisingly smoky flavor that reminded her of something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was a strange sensation: cold nipped against her lips and tongue, but the alcohol in it warmed her all the same once it made its way to her belly. Interesting, and not at all unpleasant, even if it was a bit more whiskey-forward than Noe normally preferred.
Noticing that the woman was watching for her reaction, Noe tilted her head. "Worth the risk," she commented, taking another sip of the icy slush. "You happen to have good taste."
The woman scoffed at Noe's good-natured teasing, and the girl shrugged to herself before turning to accept her own drink. Maybe the stranger was just in a mood. She couldn't blame her; as an Ancient, this had to be a difficult time of year, and LongNight was known for being unkind to those inhabiting this region. Or maybe she was stuck here like Noe, quietly wishing to be anywhere else. So Noe didn't take it personally, instead offering a casual: "High risk, high reward."
Either way, the engineer was keen to try the beverage. She sipped at it casually, brows rising at the surprisingly smoky flavor that reminded her of something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was a strange sensation: cold nipped against her lips and tongue, but the alcohol in it warmed her all the same once it made its way to her belly. Interesting, and not at all unpleasant, even if it was a bit more whiskey-forward than Noe normally preferred.
Noticing that the woman was watching for her reaction, Noe tilted her head. "Worth the risk," she commented, taking another sip of the icy slush. "You happen to have good taste."
I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror
It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
