Lorielle looked down towards her companion, smiling and nodding firmly. Â "I hope so as well," she said. Â "Nothing makes you miss home quite like steaming beneath a desert sun," she said with a chuckle. Â She could not wait to be back in Gridania, under the shaded canopies of trees and the cool rivers at every turn.
The cart suddenly halted, causing Lorielle to uncross her ankles quickly to place her feet firmly on the floor. Â Kieaira fell against the back of the seat with an audible thud, bringing a sympathetic look to the Elezen's eyes. Â Before she could ask if she was alright, the driver caught her attention.
Lorielle had no need to leave the cart. Â She wondered if anyone did. Â They had not bee riding for very long, and she felt no need to stretch her legs. Â She would rather not risk losing the cart somehow and being unable to get back to Gridania. Â She held her hands within her lap, looking down at the planks beneath her feet. Â She would glance up to look around, but mostly she felt uncomfortable by the lack of conversation. Â No one needed to be talking to her directly. Â She enjoyed just listening to the sounds of others. Â It was relaxing to her, and sometimes she could break the ice and find a way to join in. Â Anything was better than eerie silence from everyone in the caravan.
Sitting beneath the fully risen sun was like laying by a campfire to the Elezen. Â The thick fabric of her tunic hung heavily on her frame, and she desperately wished she had worn something more thin and flowing. Â She tilted her head back, trying to catch even the slightest breeze.
The cart suddenly halted, causing Lorielle to uncross her ankles quickly to place her feet firmly on the floor. Â Kieaira fell against the back of the seat with an audible thud, bringing a sympathetic look to the Elezen's eyes. Â Before she could ask if she was alright, the driver caught her attention.
Lorielle had no need to leave the cart. Â She wondered if anyone did. Â They had not bee riding for very long, and she felt no need to stretch her legs. Â She would rather not risk losing the cart somehow and being unable to get back to Gridania. Â She held her hands within her lap, looking down at the planks beneath her feet. Â She would glance up to look around, but mostly she felt uncomfortable by the lack of conversation. Â No one needed to be talking to her directly. Â She enjoyed just listening to the sounds of others. Â It was relaxing to her, and sometimes she could break the ice and find a way to join in. Â Anything was better than eerie silence from everyone in the caravan.
Sitting beneath the fully risen sun was like laying by a campfire to the Elezen. Â The thick fabric of her tunic hung heavily on her frame, and she desperately wished she had worn something more thin and flowing. Â She tilted her head back, trying to catch even the slightest breeze.
