She notes his suggestive tone, though it’s buried beneath something playful and...self-deprecating? Interesting. She’s not entirely against the suggestive part of his tone, but then again, she’d rather use the night for learning and drinking, most likely. Information was the best currency in Caido, and opportunity has laid out before her like a warm bear-skin rug.
She laughs lightly at his response about the booze. ”Jealousy. And then I would figure out how to worm my way into that stash in the palace, clearly. You might never get rid of me.” The last part is entirely joking. As it turns out she does other things besides drink, but she would probably become a slightly more frequent face in his life. Or really just the life of the palace guards telling her to get the hell out.
He agrees to her game, which she is somewhat surprised at. But then again, maybe he thinks like she does, that it’s worth divulging a few secrets to gain a few others. ”I’m a hunter,” she says, the answer as easy as his question. ”My step-father and older brother taught me. There are a lot of hunters and crafters in Halo, honestly, given that we need a lot of each.” She adds, giving him a little extra info. The game is more fun when you are willing to share the surrounding details, after all.
She takes another sip from her mug, pondering her first question. She wants to ask about the lion comment, but doesn’t, willing to ease into the game more and let them both get properly drunk before asking the hard questions. ”Where did you come from, before Caido?” It’s one of her favorite questions, to learn about the worlds that she will never see.
She laughs lightly at his response about the booze. ”Jealousy. And then I would figure out how to worm my way into that stash in the palace, clearly. You might never get rid of me.” The last part is entirely joking. As it turns out she does other things besides drink, but she would probably become a slightly more frequent face in his life. Or really just the life of the palace guards telling her to get the hell out.
He agrees to her game, which she is somewhat surprised at. But then again, maybe he thinks like she does, that it’s worth divulging a few secrets to gain a few others. ”I’m a hunter,” she says, the answer as easy as his question. ”My step-father and older brother taught me. There are a lot of hunters and crafters in Halo, honestly, given that we need a lot of each.” She adds, giving him a little extra info. The game is more fun when you are willing to share the surrounding details, after all.
She takes another sip from her mug, pondering her first question. She wants to ask about the lion comment, but doesn’t, willing to ease into the game more and let them both get properly drunk before asking the hard questions. ”Where did you come from, before Caido?” It’s one of her favorite questions, to learn about the worlds that she will never see.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
