[ 'tis passing strange to hear a variation of any kind on do not doubt yourself so from anyone, though she recognizes she should not be surprised to hear it from venat. the woman before her has ever had faith in her. even at her lowest, she felt hydaelyn's pull, her comfort and belief and a trust so full and strong it filled the void left in rosa's heart.
would that she could offer the same in return.
having been raised by someone so thoroughly invested in the political dance of nobility as her birth mother, rosa had crafted an emotional mask at an early age, behind which she always hides her true thoughts and feelings. if she does not allow them to show on her face, no one can use them against her. with most people, even now, that mask remains in place. not so now, not in front of this kind woman who has ever supported her. rosa's lower lip trembles and though she manages to smile through it, tears prick the edges of her eyes once more, gratitude swimming within their ice blue depths. a verbal response to the support does not come, words failing her in this moment, so rosa simply allows her eyes to speak for her.
as for the rest... ]
I suppose I was mourning a few things, [ she admits softly, her gaze drifting out towards the city as venat's does, taking in the vibrancy of the land and its people. ] You, for one, as I was not able to offer you a proper farewell last we met. But if you have time now, perhaps...
[ venat is, after all, an ancient, immortal by rosa's understanding, and if she is not quite ready to return to the star and her final rest, then rosa will not deny her company. her eyes slide closed for a moment as she considers, her lungs slowly and deeply expanding to breathe in the smell of salt and calm in the air. all is as it should be. ]
The hour is still early, [ she muses, eyes opening as she returns her attention back to venat. deciding what she wants and asking for it is still something she struggles with, but in this moment she takes it for the direction and care that it is, giving the question due consideration before she answers. ] The only thing I've done so far is have a pastry and a cup of tea from the Last Stand. I should at least return the cup. Would you like to try something while there? If not, I could procure some ingredients from the market and make us something myself. [ the only thing her mother had bestowed upon her that rosa appreciates and still uses is her love of cooking. feeding people is one way she shows her affection for others, be it through her own cooking or buying it elsewhere. ] Or we could simply take a stroll. I had thought to be alone with my thoughts until I return to Mor Dhona, but having you here one last time is a blessing I will not lose.
soooo many feels ;o;
would that she could offer the same in return.
having been raised by someone so thoroughly invested in the political dance of nobility as her birth mother, rosa had crafted an emotional mask at an early age, behind which she always hides her true thoughts and feelings. if she does not allow them to show on her face, no one can use them against her. with most people, even now, that mask remains in place. not so now, not in front of this kind woman who has ever supported her. rosa's lower lip trembles and though she manages to smile through it, tears prick the edges of her eyes once more, gratitude swimming within their ice blue depths. a verbal response to the support does not come, words failing her in this moment, so rosa simply allows her eyes to speak for her.
as for the rest... ]
I suppose I was mourning a few things, [ she admits softly, her gaze drifting out towards the city as venat's does, taking in the vibrancy of the land and its people. ] You, for one, as I was not able to offer you a proper farewell last we met. But if you have time now, perhaps...
[ venat is, after all, an ancient, immortal by rosa's understanding, and if she is not quite ready to return to the star and her final rest, then rosa will not deny her company. her eyes slide closed for a moment as she considers, her lungs slowly and deeply expanding to breathe in the smell of salt and calm in the air. all is as it should be. ]
The hour is still early, [ she muses, eyes opening as she returns her attention back to venat. deciding what she wants and asking for it is still something she struggles with, but in this moment she takes it for the direction and care that it is, giving the question due consideration before she answers. ] The only thing I've done so far is have a pastry and a cup of tea from the Last Stand. I should at least return the cup. Would you like to try something while there? If not, I could procure some ingredients from the market and make us something myself. [ the only thing her mother had bestowed upon her that rosa appreciates and still uses is her love of cooking. feeding people is one way she shows her affection for others, be it through her own cooking or buying it elsewhere. ] Or we could simply take a stroll. I had thought to be alone with my thoughts until I return to Mor Dhona, but having you here one last time is a blessing I will not lose.