She has a hard time fancying herself a storyteller or an artist of any sort. It feels foreign to her, and it’s not that she’s trying to dismiss the compliment but she certainly doesn’t know what to do with it. Besides, in truth, she seems to have collected a number of things already here in the Grounds and one more seemed like too much. Her home and her life were in Halo, and while she liked it here, she didn’t plan to spend all her time here. His next offer seems a little less like commitment though, and he seems to be so excited about the possibility that she wouldn’t turn him down even if she wanted to. Though she finds she doesn’t want to. ”I would like that. Where is the guild, so I can find you?” She’s found her way to a lot in the Grounds without guidance, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t just going to stumble on the Artists Guild without a little direction.
She’s less sure it will be the amazing outlet he suggests, but that’s fine. She doesn’t feel bound in chains for not considering herself an artist. She was a wild thing in her own way, a fighter and a survivor when all the odds were against her. Recklessness ran in her veins. Still, she didn’t mind the idea of sitting down and working with her hands. You learned some basics of crafting in Halo out of sheer need, given the lack of trade there. Maybe it would be nice to make something that didn’t have a function. Something pretty and frivolous.
Though maybe she’s not capable of frivolous. She watches as he makes a cute little vase, taking the gift as it is offered to her. ”There are some good indoor herbs, actually. I usually have some for some flavor with my diet of ningo meat.” she says with a grin, looking at the cute little vase. It was pretty, but nothing was frivolous in Halo. There was always a use for something. ”Thank you.”
She’s less sure it will be the amazing outlet he suggests, but that’s fine. She doesn’t feel bound in chains for not considering herself an artist. She was a wild thing in her own way, a fighter and a survivor when all the odds were against her. Recklessness ran in her veins. Still, she didn’t mind the idea of sitting down and working with her hands. You learned some basics of crafting in Halo out of sheer need, given the lack of trade there. Maybe it would be nice to make something that didn’t have a function. Something pretty and frivolous.
Though maybe she’s not capable of frivolous. She watches as he makes a cute little vase, taking the gift as it is offered to her. ”There are some good indoor herbs, actually. I usually have some for some flavor with my diet of ningo meat.” she says with a grin, looking at the cute little vase. It was pretty, but nothing was frivolous in Halo. There was always a use for something. ”Thank you.”
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