eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia's gaze relaxed from the incredulous look she was giving him about becoming a demigod. She nodded, frowning thoughtfully. Part of her wanted to be favored, as he so elegantly put it. But she's uncertain, and she likely won't be able to truly make up her mind about any of it until she can get some sort of answer... or guidance... apart from what she's already gotten, of course. Divine guidance, she supposes, but she feels her own tug of reluctance.
The jug of water doesn't really get noticed until it's being offered, until it's right there in front of her. Her mind clears, for a moment at least, and she takes a few swigs of it with a small 'thanks'. She holds onto it while he talks more about the Heralds, keeping it tucked against her stomach.
She nodded understandingly when he related to her, telling her that he chose Safrin and Vi for the same reasons. They knew these things about each other, which in part is what's nice about having this discussion. She doesn't have to explain much more than she already has... Sunjata just knows, understands, relates. Her gaze drifts downward at his declaration that the Gods won't take too kindly to her, given that she's an Abandoned.
"Unlucky," she wipes a bit of sweat from her brow, sighing softly into the dusk. But gently surprised eyes lift back up to him at his offer and invitation. She smiles. "Okay... Yeah, sure. I can do that."
But it's getting late, and it's probably time that they left. So she stands up on her feet, hands him back the jug of water, and works on snuffing out the fire in relative silence. There's not much else to tell him. Nothing of urgency, at least, except perhaps, "Thank you, Sunjata, for uh.. being here," she pauses and looks over at him, "I appreciate it."
"What do you say we head back? Think we'll get there by morning?" She cracks a chuckle. "You could always.. give me another lift," there's a playful smirk on her face.
The jug of water doesn't really get noticed until it's being offered, until it's right there in front of her. Her mind clears, for a moment at least, and she takes a few swigs of it with a small 'thanks'. She holds onto it while he talks more about the Heralds, keeping it tucked against her stomach.
She nodded understandingly when he related to her, telling her that he chose Safrin and Vi for the same reasons. They knew these things about each other, which in part is what's nice about having this discussion. She doesn't have to explain much more than she already has... Sunjata just knows, understands, relates. Her gaze drifts downward at his declaration that the Gods won't take too kindly to her, given that she's an Abandoned.
"Unlucky," she wipes a bit of sweat from her brow, sighing softly into the dusk. But gently surprised eyes lift back up to him at his offer and invitation. She smiles. "Okay... Yeah, sure. I can do that."
But it's getting late, and it's probably time that they left. So she stands up on her feet, hands him back the jug of water, and works on snuffing out the fire in relative silence. There's not much else to tell him. Nothing of urgency, at least, except perhaps, "Thank you, Sunjata, for uh.. being here," she pauses and looks over at him, "I appreciate it."
"What do you say we head back? Think we'll get there by morning?" She cracks a chuckle. "You could always.. give me another lift," there's a playful smirk on her face.
Aurelia
