She pondered over his words carefully, her gold eyes lifting to the ceiling in wonder. Same bracelets, but unrelated? And then her face twisted in disgust... what kind of stain was that up there?! Maybe it was best not to study it and continue on with her life and keep that mystery undisclosed. That, and his bracelet.
Which was exactly what she had planned, attempting to duck out before a mighty hand grasped her shoulder for attention. She frowned as the one eyed barkeep sat her into a chair with his amazing strength and placed large mugs onto the table. She rubbed her shoulder when he released, wondering if there were divots left behind from his vice-like grip.
The Elezen, too, seemed anxious to leave. That was until a Roe came in exclaiming the need to pay her tab, or possibly make it larger. She watched his sullen body sit in a chair across from her once more and take up his mug, a sniff... a grimace... but he cheers'd to her anyways.Â
Quickly lifting up her ale with both small hands she nodded a couple times in agreement. Well- about the fruitful part. Him being there for a while seemed daunting. And the market was calling out to her, especially that necklace... It was pretty.
She blinked to bring the elf back into focus. Not meaning to drift off. But when you can't vocalize your thoughts, you get swept up in the prospects and ideas formulating consistently. This came with a price. To-many-a-lightpost had been run into. The bruises on her forehead proved it.
Ampere... why was he being so... civil towards her? She definitely had her share of snide remarks and rude quips from most of the Elezen, especially her encounters in Gridania. Didn't help that her partner in Archery, who happens to be a long-limbed one, snickered every time she drew her bow and distracted from her lessons. He looked down on her, and not just in the physical sense.
At the smell of the ale her discolored nose crinkled and she gently placed it back on the table, unsure of taking in the questionable liquid.Â
Oh, she should probably return his introduction! Her eyes lowered, trying to figure out how to convey a namesake. She flailed for a moment to grab his attention once more and placed a hand over her chest.Â
I am...
And reached across the table to gently take his hand into her warm one, turning his palm upwards and from there, traced letters with the pad of her finger across his sensitive skin in common.Â
Elle.
The corners of her mouth upturned, proud of her minute accomplishment.
Which was exactly what she had planned, attempting to duck out before a mighty hand grasped her shoulder for attention. She frowned as the one eyed barkeep sat her into a chair with his amazing strength and placed large mugs onto the table. She rubbed her shoulder when he released, wondering if there were divots left behind from his vice-like grip.
The Elezen, too, seemed anxious to leave. That was until a Roe came in exclaiming the need to pay her tab, or possibly make it larger. She watched his sullen body sit in a chair across from her once more and take up his mug, a sniff... a grimace... but he cheers'd to her anyways.Â
Quickly lifting up her ale with both small hands she nodded a couple times in agreement. Well- about the fruitful part. Him being there for a while seemed daunting. And the market was calling out to her, especially that necklace... It was pretty.
She blinked to bring the elf back into focus. Not meaning to drift off. But when you can't vocalize your thoughts, you get swept up in the prospects and ideas formulating consistently. This came with a price. To-many-a-lightpost had been run into. The bruises on her forehead proved it.
Ampere... why was he being so... civil towards her? She definitely had her share of snide remarks and rude quips from most of the Elezen, especially her encounters in Gridania. Didn't help that her partner in Archery, who happens to be a long-limbed one, snickered every time she drew her bow and distracted from her lessons. He looked down on her, and not just in the physical sense.
At the smell of the ale her discolored nose crinkled and she gently placed it back on the table, unsure of taking in the questionable liquid.Â
Oh, she should probably return his introduction! Her eyes lowered, trying to figure out how to convey a namesake. She flailed for a moment to grab his attention once more and placed a hand over her chest.Â
I am...
And reached across the table to gently take his hand into her warm one, turning his palm upwards and from there, traced letters with the pad of her finger across his sensitive skin in common.Â
Elle.
The corners of her mouth upturned, proud of her minute accomplishment.
