Patience? [ She laughs, but it's more of the wry sort this time. ] I have never been good friends with patience. But, I think that waiting for all to be revealed will be the best sort of reward.
[ Her expression shifts to a more pensive one as she listens carefully to his counsel. For all her eagerness to just plow on ahead to the next adventure, she isn't foolish enough to ignore sound advice. ] I might not remember every single name of every person that I have met, but I do try to remember at least their faces. Every single one of them is important to me, even if we only met briefly.
[ His next statement causes her to narrow her eyes, because she really doesn't like his words or how he's saying them. ]
You're talking as if you won't be present when that time comes. Of course, I will gladly read any and all tomes, dusty or otherwise, but- I think I would rather talk with you and your people.
[ For reasons she doesn't entirely understand, something about this conversation is bringing a little sadness along with it, and her ears lower just a little further as she ponders everything he's telling her.
As she surveys him, she decides that he looks sad as well, and even disappointed. But more than that, something is weighing on him that he seems reluctant or unwilling to talk about.
When he places her hand on her head once again, her tail springs up and her ears lift just slightly. Something about the gesture is comforting, and for just a moment, she closes her eyes before she opens them and goes on with the conversation. ]
You are mysterious, yes. And, well, I wonder... [ These events happened some time ago, and she was rather distracted by the adventure and the battles that occurred, but she remembers meeting someone else at that time, someone with red hair and curiously colored eyes: eyes that eventually changed to one shade, a shade not unlike the ruby eye she can still see looking at her. ]
I met someone with eyes that looked like yours. [ This would be too brash an action, but if he were physically present, she would give thought to moving his hood just a little more so that she might see more of his face. Perhaps she wouldn't actually complete the action, because doing so would be crossing a line, but she can't pretend she doesn't wish to see more of what he looks like. ]
I'm no writer, but maybe I'll write that story. [ She is no historian either, so she would have to ensure that she had all the facts, since she hasn't been documenting them this whole time, but still. ]
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[ Her expression shifts to a more pensive one as she listens carefully to his counsel. For all her eagerness to just plow on ahead to the next adventure, she isn't foolish enough to ignore sound advice. ] I might not remember every single name of every person that I have met, but I do try to remember at least their faces. Every single one of them is important to me, even if we only met briefly.
[ His next statement causes her to narrow her eyes, because she really doesn't like his words or how he's saying them. ]
You're talking as if you won't be present when that time comes. Of course, I will gladly read any and all tomes, dusty or otherwise, but- I think I would rather talk with you and your people.
[ For reasons she doesn't entirely understand, something about this conversation is bringing a little sadness along with it, and her ears lower just a little further as she ponders everything he's telling her.
As she surveys him, she decides that he looks sad as well, and even disappointed. But more than that, something is weighing on him that he seems reluctant or unwilling to talk about.
When he places her hand on her head once again, her tail springs up and her ears lift just slightly. Something about the gesture is comforting, and for just a moment, she closes her eyes before she opens them and goes on with the conversation. ]
You are mysterious, yes. And, well, I wonder... [ These events happened some time ago, and she was rather distracted by the adventure and the battles that occurred, but she remembers meeting someone else at that time, someone with red hair and curiously colored eyes: eyes that eventually changed to one shade, a shade not unlike the ruby eye she can still see looking at her. ]
I met someone with eyes that looked like yours. [ This would be too brash an action, but if he were physically present, she would give thought to moving his hood just a little more so that she might see more of his face. Perhaps she wouldn't actually complete the action, because doing so would be crossing a line, but she can't pretend she doesn't wish to see more of what he looks like. ]
I'm no writer, but maybe I'll write that story. [ She is no historian either, so she would have to ensure that she had all the facts, since she hasn't been documenting them this whole time, but still. ]