Alys
It was beginning to make sense why Noah and Deimos got along so well. They shared a certain playfulness that Alys couldn't quite put her finger on, but that put her at ease all the same. As Noah wiggled his shoulders, Alys offered a snort of laughter. "I've never had luxere," she told him, ignoring the way her stomach rolled at the thought. Sure, it was a shame to have such a beautiful creature killed, but at this point, it was just meat. There was nothing she could do about a dead deer after the fact.
She let the door swing closed. "I've got vegetables," she said, holding up her bags. "Or, if stew's not to your liking, I'm sure we can figure something else out." She fell into step beside him, unsure what else to say. She'd never been one for small talk, and she didn't know Noah well enough yet to fall into comfortable conversation the way she might with Tal or Ru, or even Deimos. "Do you go hunting often?" she asked after a moment of thought. That seemed like a safe enough topic.
She let the door swing closed. "I've got vegetables," she said, holding up her bags. "Or, if stew's not to your liking, I'm sure we can figure something else out." She fell into step beside him, unsure what else to say. She'd never been one for small talk, and she didn't know Noah well enough yet to fall into comfortable conversation the way she might with Tal or Ru, or even Deimos. "Do you go hunting often?" she asked after a moment of thought. That seemed like a safe enough topic.
sometimes i think all i'm ever doing is
trying to convince myself i'm alive
trying to convince myself i'm alive
