She laughed to Jigano as he mentioned that his friend, Samuel she was guessing, had more than likely slept for a week after their adventure. She didn’t blame him, and as she previously stated, she certainly would have too! But she was curious, and she found herself wondering if she could be part of something like that. But she’d need someone to make sure she could get out – to go with and see what it was like. There was a part of her, however, that worried about getting a terrible dark tale of a story and how she didn’t really need to experience it just before Longnight.
So she put it on the back burner of her mind to find out more about later, once everything had changed.
As Jigano returned and she hoisted the bag for him of extra clothes she didn’t need, she grinned to him as he bowed. He was such a gentleman! “I have no use of them, I’ve been making my own with the other scraps.” She announced, pointing with a finger to the trunk she had searched through for him, and one that was a bit cluttered next to it with a quiet laugh. Moving to hand him the bag and toward the door for their trip to the Tavern, she bobbed her head to him. “Oh, I have plenty. I don’t mind sharing the darker parts either, but perhaps it’ll be a bit easier for the both of us with a few drinks in.” She admitted laughing, a wide grin splitting her face again.
She made her way outside and closed the door once Jigano had exited and looked back around at the dark street covered in snow. “Well, I’m afraid aside from meeting that gorgeous god, the adventure with you and Bastien had been the most interesting thing I’ve done.” She shrugged lightly, flashing him an amused smile. “I’ve mostly spent my time meeting people, some dancing, and… a few other things.” She added with a quiet cough and a laugh. “But my Kingdom back home was very exciting! I grew up a servant – having been orphaned from birth. I learned how to be quick on my feet and how to get information around the castle in any way necessary. But when I turned eighteen, it all changed. It seemed like something in those story books. Our King hosted a celebration, supposedly for the servants to reward them for their hard work. But it fell on my birthday, and as it turned out, I was the heir to the throne.” She turned to him to feign surprise with a quiet crooked smile on her lips.
“Imagine my surprise! Cleaning rooms and dishes and suddenly having to learn history and all the fancier reading and writing lectures.” She gestured with her hands in an open way, as if to explain that it was so open and that there were lots of it. “Didn’t make a lot of sense to me at first, but later the pieces kind of fell into place. He said it did it to protect me, to hide me from our enemies when the King turned me around and sold me to the Prince of the neighboring kingdom to try and relieve tensions between my kingdom and the one we'd been at war with for centuries.”
So she put it on the back burner of her mind to find out more about later, once everything had changed.
As Jigano returned and she hoisted the bag for him of extra clothes she didn’t need, she grinned to him as he bowed. He was such a gentleman! “I have no use of them, I’ve been making my own with the other scraps.” She announced, pointing with a finger to the trunk she had searched through for him, and one that was a bit cluttered next to it with a quiet laugh. Moving to hand him the bag and toward the door for their trip to the Tavern, she bobbed her head to him. “Oh, I have plenty. I don’t mind sharing the darker parts either, but perhaps it’ll be a bit easier for the both of us with a few drinks in.” She admitted laughing, a wide grin splitting her face again.
She made her way outside and closed the door once Jigano had exited and looked back around at the dark street covered in snow. “Well, I’m afraid aside from meeting that gorgeous god, the adventure with you and Bastien had been the most interesting thing I’ve done.” She shrugged lightly, flashing him an amused smile. “I’ve mostly spent my time meeting people, some dancing, and… a few other things.” She added with a quiet cough and a laugh. “But my Kingdom back home was very exciting! I grew up a servant – having been orphaned from birth. I learned how to be quick on my feet and how to get information around the castle in any way necessary. But when I turned eighteen, it all changed. It seemed like something in those story books. Our King hosted a celebration, supposedly for the servants to reward them for their hard work. But it fell on my birthday, and as it turned out, I was the heir to the throne.” She turned to him to feign surprise with a quiet crooked smile on her lips.
“Imagine my surprise! Cleaning rooms and dishes and suddenly having to learn history and all the fancier reading and writing lectures.” She gestured with her hands in an open way, as if to explain that it was so open and that there were lots of it. “Didn’t make a lot of sense to me at first, but later the pieces kind of fell into place. He said it did it to protect me, to hide me from our enemies when the King turned me around and sold me to the Prince of the neighboring kingdom to try and relieve tensions between my kingdom and the one we'd been at war with for centuries.”
