you were born a leader - no throne or crown needed
If the pause is noted, it is not pointed out. In fact there is almost a sense of sunlight breaking through clouds over Anju's expression at the response the beautiful woman gives, a sense of camaraderie dawning in her eyes. "Not many understand that notion," she says in what passes for warmth for her tone. Her own parents had often expressed their concerns for their daughter growing up; she should try to make more friends, to get out of Stormbreak more, to try to find love. Anju had brushed each aside without care. She had her faith in Rae and Frey, her sword, her platoon, Riya. What more was necessary?
"It may be overwhelming, the city. In comparison to here. But it is beautiful, in a rugged way. Perhaps I could show you, were you ever to visit." It's quite the gesture, but Anju is protective over those who are like her. Mildew is certainly no closed-petal flower like Anju - far more open and charming - but she is clearly a creature of nature, and Anju will gladly lend her knowledge of Stormbreak to the woman if it means preserving that inner peace. She has a feeling that Mildew would love the Celestine as much as Anju already does. Lena would certainly appreciate a new face to the rotating visitors as well.
A flush comes to her brown skin at the nicest chastisement she has ever been privy to. "That you are not," she agrees, fumbling over her words in a manner far too expected considering her social ineptitude. Dark, arresting eyes smile at her, and Anju only startles into motion when Riya pulls her tail out of her still-grasping hand, bounding after the curly-haired anomaly in clear expression of their shared interest. Standing, Anju doesn't bother to brush off her clothes, already beginning to step down into the swamp to follow as an expression of interest forms on her features. "I am a follower of Rae, but Mort's realm is...intriguing. Ghosts must come in all types, as many as there are personalities. That seems...daunting." A crooked smile forms on her lips. No more daunting than the living people those ghosts may have once been at least. Still, she does not hesitate in joining Mildew, fearless by nature. A clear tilt of her head meant to urge the woman to lead on.
"It may be overwhelming, the city. In comparison to here. But it is beautiful, in a rugged way. Perhaps I could show you, were you ever to visit." It's quite the gesture, but Anju is protective over those who are like her. Mildew is certainly no closed-petal flower like Anju - far more open and charming - but she is clearly a creature of nature, and Anju will gladly lend her knowledge of Stormbreak to the woman if it means preserving that inner peace. She has a feeling that Mildew would love the Celestine as much as Anju already does. Lena would certainly appreciate a new face to the rotating visitors as well.
A flush comes to her brown skin at the nicest chastisement she has ever been privy to. "That you are not," she agrees, fumbling over her words in a manner far too expected considering her social ineptitude. Dark, arresting eyes smile at her, and Anju only startles into motion when Riya pulls her tail out of her still-grasping hand, bounding after the curly-haired anomaly in clear expression of their shared interest. Standing, Anju doesn't bother to brush off her clothes, already beginning to step down into the swamp to follow as an expression of interest forms on her features. "I am a follower of Rae, but Mort's realm is...intriguing. Ghosts must come in all types, as many as there are personalities. That seems...daunting." A crooked smile forms on her lips. No more daunting than the living people those ghosts may have once been at least. Still, she does not hesitate in joining Mildew, fearless by nature. A clear tilt of her head meant to urge the woman to lead on.
