”As long as you realize it is settling, only one night with me,” she gives him a wink, enjoying the fact that she’s being generally impossible. What can she say? It amuses her, and she is a bit shameless. A lot a bit, actually. ”Though I feel like we should solve the drunk problem.”
She likes his honest answer, and she doesn’t mind when his answer drifts away from exactly what she asked. This was the fun of the game, the point of the game, to uncover truths you wouldn’t necessarily know to ask for. She takes another drink as he tells her what he likes about Halovians. Her grin spreads, pleased, the way a cat might be pleased at being stroked in just the right place. He wouldn’t have to search her expression to know how she felt - she wore her feelings easily. Weaver often did. ”We are sort of wonderful.”
Then he asks about the underground. ”That was not, technically, a question. You should have to take an extra drink for that.” She chuckles slightly before diving in. ”It is less a place than specific people, though I suppose there’s a bit of a place too. Mostly the back of market stalls, codewords, the like. It’s where the best magical items are traded, often mageglass, though whether or not it’s real is always up for debate. And some rather more illicit substances, as well. Well protected from Outlanders, so far anyway. You’d need someone to get you in. Though I’m not sure getting anyone to trust you would be quite as easy. The loose morals are easier to find though. There’s not a lot to do here besides try to stay warm, and some of those methods are more fun than others.”
She gestures around the bar, as if telling him to take his pick. There were enough people making their way in now that, though it probably wasn’t crowded like in the Grounds, it was far from empty. This was crowded, for Halo anyway. ”Your turn. Elaborate on what you meant, it’s nice to have a purpose? I liked that train of answer.” She makes sure to add a questioning sound to her voice in the word purpose, though since it’s only sort of a question, she takes another drink anyway.
She likes his honest answer, and she doesn’t mind when his answer drifts away from exactly what she asked. This was the fun of the game, the point of the game, to uncover truths you wouldn’t necessarily know to ask for. She takes another drink as he tells her what he likes about Halovians. Her grin spreads, pleased, the way a cat might be pleased at being stroked in just the right place. He wouldn’t have to search her expression to know how she felt - she wore her feelings easily. Weaver often did. ”We are sort of wonderful.”
Then he asks about the underground. ”That was not, technically, a question. You should have to take an extra drink for that.” She chuckles slightly before diving in. ”It is less a place than specific people, though I suppose there’s a bit of a place too. Mostly the back of market stalls, codewords, the like. It’s where the best magical items are traded, often mageglass, though whether or not it’s real is always up for debate. And some rather more illicit substances, as well. Well protected from Outlanders, so far anyway. You’d need someone to get you in. Though I’m not sure getting anyone to trust you would be quite as easy. The loose morals are easier to find though. There’s not a lot to do here besides try to stay warm, and some of those methods are more fun than others.”
She gestures around the bar, as if telling him to take his pick. There were enough people making their way in now that, though it probably wasn’t crowded like in the Grounds, it was far from empty. This was crowded, for Halo anyway. ”Your turn. Elaborate on what you meant, it’s nice to have a purpose? I liked that train of answer.” She makes sure to add a questioning sound to her voice in the word purpose, though since it’s only sort of a question, she takes another drink anyway.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
