Sounsyy laughed at Franz softly, moving her utensils to take the first bite of her omelette. The eggs were soft and buttery, practically melting in her mouth. She appeared quite pleased, despite her earlier assessment of Ul'dahn dining. She washed that bite down with a sip of tea. Her eyebrow raised a bit over the rim of the cup in thought.
"Hmm," she breathed out, "Perhaps yeh should try lassi? If yeh don't like the taste of milk, that is. It's this drink I've fallen in love with from the Near East. Made from milk and fruit, sweet and tangy. Rolanberry is my favorite, but I've also had a mint version."
Sounsyy flushed slightly, surprising her own self that she had gotten so excited over a drink. So off-topic as well. She took another few bites of her omelette, savoring the taste and texture. But she also watched as Franz ate. She could not imagine eating so much, she could actually, in her younger years when she starved with her people, but now, never. Even after she had amassed her winnings, settled into a normal life, became an officer in the navy, and captained her own vessel - she rarely gave in to over indulgence. She refused to grow fat while her people starved.
"Much of my work brings me to these shores, but I would never consider this place home. I can scarce say I consider anywhere my home. There are places fer sleeping, places like this fer eating, places to put food, and places to remember loved ones. And those can change daily, of course. What interests me though is what ye've been doing with yerself since yeh left the Still Shore? Yeh mentioned yeh were a mercenary and I wonder if ye've gotten back to that? Yer not in... any trouble are yeh? Besides with that Lho'a scrag?"
"Hmm," she breathed out, "Perhaps yeh should try lassi? If yeh don't like the taste of milk, that is. It's this drink I've fallen in love with from the Near East. Made from milk and fruit, sweet and tangy. Rolanberry is my favorite, but I've also had a mint version."
Sounsyy flushed slightly, surprising her own self that she had gotten so excited over a drink. So off-topic as well. She took another few bites of her omelette, savoring the taste and texture. But she also watched as Franz ate. She could not imagine eating so much, she could actually, in her younger years when she starved with her people, but now, never. Even after she had amassed her winnings, settled into a normal life, became an officer in the navy, and captained her own vessel - she rarely gave in to over indulgence. She refused to grow fat while her people starved.
"Much of my work brings me to these shores, but I would never consider this place home. I can scarce say I consider anywhere my home. There are places fer sleeping, places like this fer eating, places to put food, and places to remember loved ones. And those can change daily, of course. What interests me though is what ye've been doing with yerself since yeh left the Still Shore? Yeh mentioned yeh were a mercenary and I wonder if ye've gotten back to that? Yer not in... any trouble are yeh? Besides with that Lho'a scrag?"
