She glanced to him as he nodded to her response, agreeing and understanding underlining his eyes. She relaxed a bit, perhaps pleased to know that others had experienced terrible things before arriving – having found the confusion of Caido a saving grace of sorts despite the brutality of the world around them. At least there were others, a group of them, willing to try and fix what was wrong here. To go from different backgrounds and come together to create a new sort of civilization. To start over.
She nodded in agreement to his statement, her own soft smile reaching her face as she contemplated it. “I can’t imagine what that must be like.” She agreed with a bob of her head. But as she told him of Frey and they continued to walk, she could see the light of the Settlement twinkling closer now and she breathed a cloud of air before her face, happy that they were at least close. They continued to walk and she nodded to him yet again in response. “They only took the price I think as my audacity to even ask them to fix something for someone else.” She huffed a quiet laugh.
Her steps were even along the snow as she made her way to lead him toward her home before they dropped by the Rathskeller, aiming to give Jigano a few fresh and dry clothes that might warm him up before walking toward the bar where she was certain his clothes would freeze to him and he’d have to suffer through it. She looked back to him as he began to speak of his own personal stories and how they were dark too, giving her a half bow in jest. A purring laugh slipped her lips as she listened to the rest of what he had to say. “Sentient books?” She questioned, looking back at him with her eyebrows raised and eyes a bit wide. “No… Don’t keep a girl waiting.” She said with a quiet laugh, curious about what other strange things happen in this world.
But they had reached her doorstep as well, the building partially falling apart on the upper levels. The lower levels were admittedly okay, keeping in enough warmth without the outside elements playing a factor in it. She opened the door and left it open for him to enter if he wanted to while she made her way into her living room and to an old dusty trunk – one which she had taken clothes apart to make the dress she wore to the masquerade at the Church of Safrin. “Let me know if anything sparks your fancy!” She called out to him as she pulled out a couple of white furs and a thick wool shirt, laying them out onto a chair while she continued to search and listen to what kind of stories the bard had about the books.
She nodded in agreement to his statement, her own soft smile reaching her face as she contemplated it. “I can’t imagine what that must be like.” She agreed with a bob of her head. But as she told him of Frey and they continued to walk, she could see the light of the Settlement twinkling closer now and she breathed a cloud of air before her face, happy that they were at least close. They continued to walk and she nodded to him yet again in response. “They only took the price I think as my audacity to even ask them to fix something for someone else.” She huffed a quiet laugh.
Her steps were even along the snow as she made her way to lead him toward her home before they dropped by the Rathskeller, aiming to give Jigano a few fresh and dry clothes that might warm him up before walking toward the bar where she was certain his clothes would freeze to him and he’d have to suffer through it. She looked back to him as he began to speak of his own personal stories and how they were dark too, giving her a half bow in jest. A purring laugh slipped her lips as she listened to the rest of what he had to say. “Sentient books?” She questioned, looking back at him with her eyebrows raised and eyes a bit wide. “No… Don’t keep a girl waiting.” She said with a quiet laugh, curious about what other strange things happen in this world.
But they had reached her doorstep as well, the building partially falling apart on the upper levels. The lower levels were admittedly okay, keeping in enough warmth without the outside elements playing a factor in it. She opened the door and left it open for him to enter if he wanted to while she made her way into her living room and to an old dusty trunk – one which she had taken clothes apart to make the dress she wore to the masquerade at the Church of Safrin. “Let me know if anything sparks your fancy!” She called out to him as she pulled out a couple of white furs and a thick wool shirt, laying them out onto a chair while she continued to search and listen to what kind of stories the bard had about the books.
