Faye silently followed their hosts down the spiraling staircase, peering around her new surroundings. Her gaze wandered around the basement, not quite with the same wonder and approval she had offered the upstairs, but simply with an assessing eye. After all, dark basements were not particularly aesthetically pleasing to most people, and training grounds were also not within her personal expertise and interest. Still, she seemed attentive enough and did not look particularly displeased--the basement was as much as could be hoped for.
Though, her gaze did pause on the Lalafell seated behind the divider, the corners of her lips beginning to stretch into a smile--the same involuntary, automatic smile most people might give at the first sight of a puppy or a small child. But then she had to remind herself that the members of that petite race were no such thing, adorable as they were, and forcibly she wiped the goofy grin from her face. Putting on an expression of serious business once more, she turned to Jaques to pose a curious question, "Who leads the training sessions, aside from Miss Chiane's tutelage of the casters?"
((I'll be out of town this weekend so I warn and apologize in advance for the lack of the responses!))
Though, her gaze did pause on the Lalafell seated behind the divider, the corners of her lips beginning to stretch into a smile--the same involuntary, automatic smile most people might give at the first sight of a puppy or a small child. But then she had to remind herself that the members of that petite race were no such thing, adorable as they were, and forcibly she wiped the goofy grin from her face. Putting on an expression of serious business once more, she turned to Jaques to pose a curious question, "Who leads the training sessions, aside from Miss Chiane's tutelage of the casters?"
((I'll be out of town this weekend so I warn and apologize in advance for the lack of the responses!))
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