RAZA
It’s pretty clear that the red-head ain’t a partier, so Raza clinks the glass and takes a sip, savorin’ the sweet, familiarspice as it warms the back’a her throat an’ then ‘er belly. She turns away fer a moment, t’tip the used glass into the bin’a dirty glasses, take it to the back, an’ the refill another customer’s glass with some golden, foam-topped ale.
When she comes back to Arialla, there’s a polite smile on ‘er face an’ she makes some small talk. As the only one at the bar with no one else t’talk to, Raza sees it as her duty t’ keep the stranger occupied - unless she wants to be alone. Startin’ with a tentative, safe question is key. She busies ‘er hands with wipin down clean classes an’ settin’ them on the counter t’dry.
“So. An Outlander, huh? Wot’s yer world like?”
When she comes back to Arialla, there’s a polite smile on ‘er face an’ she makes some small talk. As the only one at the bar with no one else t’talk to, Raza sees it as her duty t’ keep the stranger occupied - unless she wants to be alone. Startin’ with a tentative, safe question is key. She busies ‘er hands with wipin down clean classes an’ settin’ them on the counter t’dry.
“So. An Outlander, huh? Wot’s yer world like?”
tonight the heartache's on me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
