She was relieved as he relaxed a bit, pleased to know that it was over as easily as that. They continued to walk, and she leaned an ear figuratively to listen to his story and how he came about arriving here. A quiet sultry laugh escaped her lips as she turned to him with a look of surprise. “I’m an outlander too, walked across a door threshold and I was standing right outside the Rathskeller!” She chuckled softly, but nodding to him all the same. It made sense – he had that bardish look about him, but she was intrigued at the lorekeeper part. She didn’t ask more, but glanced to him as he questioned her about how she ended up here.
Another amused chuckle left her at his compliment and grin before she spoke. “Well, I was running from bounty hunters at the time. I hid in an abandoned house and they had surrounded it and as I crossed the threshold to leave a back room I landed here.” She shrugged her shoulders, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “I was a bit of a wanted woman back home.” Her voice was soft as she contemplated it, tilting her head at the memory as she looked to the snow that glistened on the sides of the walkway. “But I’d say everything worked out in my favor. Been on the run for quite a few years before I ended up here. It’s nice to not have to constantly look over your shoulder, you know?” She glanced to him, offering an almost sorrowful smile of turning the conversation dark.
Honestly, she didn’t mind sharing her story. She hoped perhaps it might help others understand why she was the way that she was – where she loved vibrant and beautiful things yet could handle her own. She might have carried the appearance of pristine and pretty things, but she’d saved her life on numerous occasions. There was a wolf layered beneath her skin that nobody had seen here yet, and deep down she hoped that nobody would. “Anyway, I met Frey within my first couple of weeks here. Despite altering my voice, they gave me a pretty powerful lesson of being… less self-sacrificing. I have them to thank for that.” She subconsciously rubbed at her collarbone where her brand used to be before Frey had removed it, remembering the ghost of the memory. Looking back to Jigano she offered him a bright smile to try and lighten the mood. “Do you have any good stories? I’m afraid my own tale is a bit… dark. Don’t want to make you want to drink.” She joked, flashing him a wink for good measure.
Another amused chuckle left her at his compliment and grin before she spoke. “Well, I was running from bounty hunters at the time. I hid in an abandoned house and they had surrounded it and as I crossed the threshold to leave a back room I landed here.” She shrugged her shoulders, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “I was a bit of a wanted woman back home.” Her voice was soft as she contemplated it, tilting her head at the memory as she looked to the snow that glistened on the sides of the walkway. “But I’d say everything worked out in my favor. Been on the run for quite a few years before I ended up here. It’s nice to not have to constantly look over your shoulder, you know?” She glanced to him, offering an almost sorrowful smile of turning the conversation dark.
Honestly, she didn’t mind sharing her story. She hoped perhaps it might help others understand why she was the way that she was – where she loved vibrant and beautiful things yet could handle her own. She might have carried the appearance of pristine and pretty things, but she’d saved her life on numerous occasions. There was a wolf layered beneath her skin that nobody had seen here yet, and deep down she hoped that nobody would. “Anyway, I met Frey within my first couple of weeks here. Despite altering my voice, they gave me a pretty powerful lesson of being… less self-sacrificing. I have them to thank for that.” She subconsciously rubbed at her collarbone where her brand used to be before Frey had removed it, remembering the ghost of the memory. Looking back to Jigano she offered him a bright smile to try and lighten the mood. “Do you have any good stories? I’m afraid my own tale is a bit… dark. Don’t want to make you want to drink.” She joked, flashing him a wink for good measure.
