Lorielle raised her head for a moment, considering answering the question of what her occupation was. Â She refrained, however. Â Explaining why she was here and what her purpose was would take far too much time and effort. Â She cared not for unraveling her entire life before these strangers. Â She also did not want to put them all to sleep with her story-telling.
Instead, she sat and listened to the passing conversations all around her. Â It seemed to burst forth from seemingly nowhere. Â An exchange between the driver and the raven haired man, talk between Kieaira and one of the Miqo'te males, and all the questions suddenly aimed at Kieaira. Â She was noticeably squirming beneath them. Â Lorielle decided to cut in, catching a small glance up to her from the nervous Miqo'te.
She quickly began combing through questions she could ask. Â Gridania is your home as well? Â Where in Gridania do you live? Â No, don't ask that. Â The last thing she would want to do is announce to everyone where they could find her. Â Why she seemed so nervous was beyond her, but she was certain she had her reasons. Â Then it hit her.
Ah, her book. Â The Elezen smiled, her eyes dancing with pride. Â She could ask about her book. Â Surely that would be something she would enjoy talking about, as it appeared to be one of the only things she had on her at the moment.
"Kieaira," Lorielle said softly, hoping to get her attention without startling her. Â "Might I ask what book you have there?" Â She wore a faint, friendly smile, the corners of her lips spread a bit wider than if she wore a natural straight face. Â She titled her head a bit, looking more inquisitive than demanding, she hoped.
She wanted to look around one final time. Â Just a quick glance around to everyone before Kieaira answered her question. Â But she remembered her last gazing exchange with the dark featured Hyur, and would rather spare herself the embarrassment for now. Â She kept her gaze on the timid Miqo'te, her ocean-like eyes relaxed.
Instead, she sat and listened to the passing conversations all around her. Â It seemed to burst forth from seemingly nowhere. Â An exchange between the driver and the raven haired man, talk between Kieaira and one of the Miqo'te males, and all the questions suddenly aimed at Kieaira. Â She was noticeably squirming beneath them. Â Lorielle decided to cut in, catching a small glance up to her from the nervous Miqo'te.
She quickly began combing through questions she could ask. Â Gridania is your home as well? Â Where in Gridania do you live? Â No, don't ask that. Â The last thing she would want to do is announce to everyone where they could find her. Â Why she seemed so nervous was beyond her, but she was certain she had her reasons. Â Then it hit her.
Ah, her book. Â The Elezen smiled, her eyes dancing with pride. Â She could ask about her book. Â Surely that would be something she would enjoy talking about, as it appeared to be one of the only things she had on her at the moment.
"Kieaira," Lorielle said softly, hoping to get her attention without startling her. Â "Might I ask what book you have there?" Â She wore a faint, friendly smile, the corners of her lips spread a bit wider than if she wore a natural straight face. Â She titled her head a bit, looking more inquisitive than demanding, she hoped.
She wanted to look around one final time. Â Just a quick glance around to everyone before Kieaira answered her question. Â But she remembered her last gazing exchange with the dark featured Hyur, and would rather spare herself the embarrassment for now. Â She kept her gaze on the timid Miqo'te, her ocean-like eyes relaxed.
