It came as a mild shock that Khadai did not press for more information. Her explanation was dubious at best, full of holes and far from a passing grade. She had found Ishgardian history distasteful as a child, a preference her instructor equated to having never seen a dragon, and her grasp on the city-state's current situation tenuous at best. That he did not inquire further seemed an indicator of satisfaction, and for that Edda was glad.
He settled back against the boulder, seemingly done for the night, until an uncomfortable look appeared on his face. His eyebrows creased, lips set in a terse frown. "I am to answer inquiries you posses," he said in a flat, almost reluctant sounding voice. Edda could not stop a soft chuckle from escaping her lips, the look on his face and tone of his voice reminding her of her sister when she was being forced to share her belongings. 'On whose authority?' She wanted to ask, his awkward wording leaving room for gentle teasing, but she imagined it would serve only to confuse him.
The woman reached up and pushed her hood back before letting her ponytail down, running her fingers through her long hair as a makeshift comb. She would be needing a bath soon. The thought made her wrinkle her nose. A hot bath seemed too great a luxury to be found in Coerthas, even more so in such a dire time. Not impossible to find, surely, but likely at a high cost. She had only grabbed a handful of gil, and war was doubtless sending prices out of control. She would have to send for more when she made it to Ishgard.
"Tell me where you are from, then," Edda said, humoring his command-like offer. "Describe it to me," she added. It would not do to let him get away with a single sentence for an explanation, which he seemed to have a penchant for. Waiting for her answer, she reached into her bag behind her and pulled out another vial, distinctly larger and deeper in color than the previous two. She held it between her hands as if warming it, and stared at Khadai expectantly.
He settled back against the boulder, seemingly done for the night, until an uncomfortable look appeared on his face. His eyebrows creased, lips set in a terse frown. "I am to answer inquiries you posses," he said in a flat, almost reluctant sounding voice. Edda could not stop a soft chuckle from escaping her lips, the look on his face and tone of his voice reminding her of her sister when she was being forced to share her belongings. 'On whose authority?' She wanted to ask, his awkward wording leaving room for gentle teasing, but she imagined it would serve only to confuse him.
The woman reached up and pushed her hood back before letting her ponytail down, running her fingers through her long hair as a makeshift comb. She would be needing a bath soon. The thought made her wrinkle her nose. A hot bath seemed too great a luxury to be found in Coerthas, even more so in such a dire time. Not impossible to find, surely, but likely at a high cost. She had only grabbed a handful of gil, and war was doubtless sending prices out of control. She would have to send for more when she made it to Ishgard.
"Tell me where you are from, then," Edda said, humoring his command-like offer. "Describe it to me," she added. It would not do to let him get away with a single sentence for an explanation, which he seemed to have a penchant for. Waiting for her answer, she reached into her bag behind her and pulled out another vial, distinctly larger and deeper in color than the previous two. She held it between her hands as if warming it, and stared at Khadai expectantly.
