((In response to the initial meeting for the Carrion series of events 
))
As Lili strode away from the Canopy, she ran her hand down her face with a sigh. "Go for moons without even hearing his name and suddenly he was everywhere..." She wasn't bothered by it. Moreso because time had healed her wounds and the way she saw the situation before her. But still, it was unnerving.
Were the Twelve sadistic? Was there another plan in mind?
She thought back to the week or so prior. Talking with Kenthy in her workshop and watching the young woman nearly shaking in place as she sat on one of the many crates lining her workspace. Never before had she thought she'd get to see the woman in so vulnerable of a state. Even now, the end of their conversation flowed back to her.
"We both know he enjoys a challenge. You've seen it, as have I. But the last time I forbade him from seeing another woman? He seemed to go after her all the harder." Her pale green eyes observed the sleeping babyqo'te in the basket next to her. "I hope what I have told you only helps you instead of hinders."
Kenthy's jaw clenched as her eyes abruptly lowered to the floor. Oh. "...'ere's to fucking hoping, hm?" Then she slipped from the door, down the hall, and Lili couldn't hear her steps anymore.
Was it that? To help Kenthy? Was it worth it to even worry about it right now? Lili stopped, almost running into an Elezen pair coming up the city trail from the wood. Shaking her head, she placed up a hand to her linkpearl, murmuring into it. She knew all she needed to know (and then some) about C'kayah. The job she was certain would catch his interest.
"Dear?" She waited for a response, letting her eyes remain unfocused to the clouds above. "What can you tell me about someone with the surname Korofi? I'm assuming a miqo'te? Possibly Hyur-?" A minute went by, Lili not moving from place.
"Could you tell me his fir-"
Lili went still. Her shoulders shook, the movement increasing steadily. And then she let out such an abrupt roar of laughter that looked odd with her composed, well kept appearance that it made a Wailer glance over with a raised brow.
Mikh'a. Mikh'a Korofi.
There was no way ironies could be this rife unless by near divine chance.
And there was no way she wasn't taking this job now.
))As Lili strode away from the Canopy, she ran her hand down her face with a sigh. "Go for moons without even hearing his name and suddenly he was everywhere..." She wasn't bothered by it. Moreso because time had healed her wounds and the way she saw the situation before her. But still, it was unnerving.
Were the Twelve sadistic? Was there another plan in mind?
She thought back to the week or so prior. Talking with Kenthy in her workshop and watching the young woman nearly shaking in place as she sat on one of the many crates lining her workspace. Never before had she thought she'd get to see the woman in so vulnerable of a state. Even now, the end of their conversation flowed back to her.
"We both know he enjoys a challenge. You've seen it, as have I. But the last time I forbade him from seeing another woman? He seemed to go after her all the harder." Her pale green eyes observed the sleeping babyqo'te in the basket next to her. "I hope what I have told you only helps you instead of hinders."
Kenthy's jaw clenched as her eyes abruptly lowered to the floor. Oh. "...'ere's to fucking hoping, hm?" Then she slipped from the door, down the hall, and Lili couldn't hear her steps anymore.
Was it that? To help Kenthy? Was it worth it to even worry about it right now? Lili stopped, almost running into an Elezen pair coming up the city trail from the wood. Shaking her head, she placed up a hand to her linkpearl, murmuring into it. She knew all she needed to know (and then some) about C'kayah. The job she was certain would catch his interest.
"Dear?" She waited for a response, letting her eyes remain unfocused to the clouds above. "What can you tell me about someone with the surname Korofi? I'm assuming a miqo'te? Possibly Hyur-?" A minute went by, Lili not moving from place.
"Could you tell me his fir-"
Lili went still. Her shoulders shook, the movement increasing steadily. And then she let out such an abrupt roar of laughter that looked odd with her composed, well kept appearance that it made a Wailer glance over with a raised brow.
Mikh'a. Mikh'a Korofi.
There was no way ironies could be this rife unless by near divine chance.
And there was no way she wasn't taking this job now.
