She listens as he speaks of what he knows of Caido. More than she does, but not much. It is perhaps disappointing, but she cannot say she is surprised either. To expect actual information is to be far more naive than she is, even if she can be a hopeful creature. To be hopeful does not require one to be naive, just practical. ”Well, I suppose only time will tell.” Or someone would try to stop the Ascended, though that doesn’t seem like her problem (ha).
She turns her attention back to him at the mention of the Torchline sun. ”It is less the melting and more the burning. I get picked on endlessly for wearing pants there, not that I care.” Her fair skin did not do well with the sun, though she’d gotten used to it enough to at least wear short sleeves sometimes.
”Right over there, actually,” she says, pointing down the next street that’s right ahead of them. ”You are welcome for a drink, but I don’t want to keep you from Loren if he’s waiting.”
She turns her attention back to him at the mention of the Torchline sun. ”It is less the melting and more the burning. I get picked on endlessly for wearing pants there, not that I care.” Her fair skin did not do well with the sun, though she’d gotten used to it enough to at least wear short sleeves sometimes.
”Right over there, actually,” she says, pointing down the next street that’s right ahead of them. ”You are welcome for a drink, but I don’t want to keep you from Loren if he’s waiting.”
