Drink another shot of make believe

edy stage direction: insert some heavily audio-engineered pop beat heard at least 3 drinks in Edy feigned outrage quite easily. She was a teenager after all and so the emotion (or portrayal of it) obviously came quite easily. Even so there might have been a teeeeeeeeeensy bit of truth in it; no one liked being out right rejected after all, even if the offer hadn't been entirely serious. "Garden of what now?" The girl asked with a curious tilt of her head. Whatever it was it sounded like the rest of the flowery words he'd been using, and with her luck, it was probably reserved for good girls as well. Quirking a brow, Edy gave the artist a curious stare. "18. Well, 19 now I think." She corrected. Back in Northwind and Northaven the most started working at the age of about 14, or at least began to, and so when the call had come to start fresh, they basically let anyone with a working reproductive system through. As a Launceleyn she'd started even sooner. Having been raised in the family compound, Edy had been trained to serve the crown from the moment she was born. Then again, to refuse an order from the crown meant certain death for the Launceleyns (and boy was she glad that magical noose has been removed). "Soldier." She said simply with a shrug. Though Edy was long and lean, there were muscles on her bones and if Bastien decided to give her a more through looking-at, he'd notice no shortage of magically-inflicted scars and legs that looked like they could run for days. Smirking, Edy leaned forward against the bar and chewed idly on a fingernail. "And now here I am." She chuckled, fluttering her lashes. "I can't tell if it's a promotion or not though."