This was going to be rough. Already two questions and no ability to answer properly, unsure if she'd accept the Miqo'te's touch to trace her name into her palm like the male did. She debated just sitting back and sketching silently while the two elves with their intact vocal chords started a dialogue. Her being the third wheel wasn't an unusual feeling.Â
She pulled the scarf up more and flinched at the sound of a mug hitting the wall again while the aroma of ale wafted in to her sinuses and the corners of her hidden mouth drooped. Bleh. Her ears flattened against her head in dismay. The drunken denizens slurring profanities at one another one moment and then hugging it out the next was comical, if not for the off chance of being hit by beverage projectiles.
Figuring Ampere would introduce her anyway, she nodded politely to the newcomer, eyes downcast and started drawing a large feline creature. A Couerl to be exact. Artistic abilities displayed for the first time to any acquaintance. It was soothing in an awkward situation. And she deemed this fairly awkward.
In fact, what was keeping her here? Besides the curiosity of the male Elezen's past and the meaning of his trinket, he would have an easier time retelling his woes to someone who could hear AND pitch in advice, such as the beautiful warrior taking a seat between them. Lazulle she called herself. How oddly fitting...
Her presence was unnecessary in this situation. Or perhaps, she was curating an excuse to run. Either way, she stopped her free-sketch and slowly stood. Attempting to take her leave.
She pulled the scarf up more and flinched at the sound of a mug hitting the wall again while the aroma of ale wafted in to her sinuses and the corners of her hidden mouth drooped. Bleh. Her ears flattened against her head in dismay. The drunken denizens slurring profanities at one another one moment and then hugging it out the next was comical, if not for the off chance of being hit by beverage projectiles.
Figuring Ampere would introduce her anyway, she nodded politely to the newcomer, eyes downcast and started drawing a large feline creature. A Couerl to be exact. Artistic abilities displayed for the first time to any acquaintance. It was soothing in an awkward situation. And she deemed this fairly awkward.
In fact, what was keeping her here? Besides the curiosity of the male Elezen's past and the meaning of his trinket, he would have an easier time retelling his woes to someone who could hear AND pitch in advice, such as the beautiful warrior taking a seat between them. Lazulle she called herself. How oddly fitting...
Her presence was unnecessary in this situation. Or perhaps, she was curating an excuse to run. Either way, she stopped her free-sketch and slowly stood. Attempting to take her leave.
