[ Something about the sound of his voice and the assuredness with which he speaks has appealed to her, to the point that she could listen to him wax on about any subject and be completely engrossed by it. And, well, if he were to regale her with stories, she would be a rapt audience indeed. ]
Maybe it was. But I think the person beneath the hood had something to do with it, even if he was determined to redirect any questions that anyone asked him. [ She manages a small smirk for his benefit, because she recalls trying to ask him more about himself, only to be rebuffed. ] I think that songs and tales would be more than interesting, if someone wanted to share some of them. [ But at the same time, she is aware how awkward it might be to relate songs and tales that have been written about himself. She wouldn't be overly eager for such a thing either. Now, if she could find a bard who knew those stories and tales, that would be another matter entirely.
But when he speaks her real name, her ears lower and her head follows, as if revealing the exhaustion that she hides behind her usual confident exterior. ]
I- [ Her voice falters before she can even really begin, and she shakes her head, the action setting the tips of her ears into movement. ] Where would I even start?
[ Perhaps in this way, she and her sister aren't so different. K'thisru herself is good at speaking her mind and her opinions, but when it comes to voicing her thoughts concerning herself, she finds herself unable to. She does not intend to reject his offer, but she simply lacks the words needed to explain herself to him. ]
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Maybe it was. But I think the person beneath the hood had something to do with it, even if he was determined to redirect any questions that anyone asked him. [ She manages a small smirk for his benefit, because she recalls trying to ask him more about himself, only to be rebuffed. ] I think that songs and tales would be more than interesting, if someone wanted to share some of them. [ But at the same time, she is aware how awkward it might be to relate songs and tales that have been written about himself. She wouldn't be overly eager for such a thing either. Now, if she could find a bard who knew those stories and tales, that would be another matter entirely.
But when he speaks her real name, her ears lower and her head follows, as if revealing the exhaustion that she hides behind her usual confident exterior. ]
I- [ Her voice falters before she can even really begin, and she shakes her head, the action setting the tips of her ears into movement. ] Where would I even start?
[ Perhaps in this way, she and her sister aren't so different. K'thisru herself is good at speaking her mind and her opinions, but when it comes to voicing her thoughts concerning herself, she finds herself unable to. She does not intend to reject his offer, but she simply lacks the words needed to explain herself to him. ]