He did not respond immediately, though he did release the runestone and bring his hand out again to rest on his raised knee. He did not glance at her as she sat next to him, but instead kept his gaze fixed to the wall.
“It is a familiar place,†he said, not precisely answering the question. “I do not concern myself with thoughts of what the appropriate course of action would be.â€
Kasrjin glanced up at the ceiling again, as if expecting another pulse. It seemed that he and the stern woman have been spending a disproportionate amount of time in one another’s presence, although he noted that she seemed to grow less and less stern the more they spoke. He was not nearly egotistical enough to claim that it was his influence, but the mere possibility was...flattering.
Perhaps they might reconcile yet.
“You do not originate from here either,†the Xaela noted sagely, glancing at her from the corner of his eye briefly before returning his gaze to the wall. “You are not a combatant in service to the city, and you speak as one who has not been in this location for long.†He did not say, but it was evident in the manner she carried herself, and the way she spoke on things he mentioned seeing within the city. Her gaze, too, was one of an outsider. And there were times where she wore a forlorn gaze on her expression….much like his own. An expression they adopted when they believed none were nearby to observe it.
They appeared to coincide at the oddest junctions.
He wondered what Tsanai would have said about it.
“Do you seek refuge?†he asked, fingers beginning to lightly tap on the metal knee guard. The Western continent was a land of conflict like any other, and so it would not surprise Kasrjin at such a reason.
“It is a familiar place,†he said, not precisely answering the question. “I do not concern myself with thoughts of what the appropriate course of action would be.â€
Kasrjin glanced up at the ceiling again, as if expecting another pulse. It seemed that he and the stern woman have been spending a disproportionate amount of time in one another’s presence, although he noted that she seemed to grow less and less stern the more they spoke. He was not nearly egotistical enough to claim that it was his influence, but the mere possibility was...flattering.
Perhaps they might reconcile yet.
“You do not originate from here either,†the Xaela noted sagely, glancing at her from the corner of his eye briefly before returning his gaze to the wall. “You are not a combatant in service to the city, and you speak as one who has not been in this location for long.†He did not say, but it was evident in the manner she carried herself, and the way she spoke on things he mentioned seeing within the city. Her gaze, too, was one of an outsider. And there were times where she wore a forlorn gaze on her expression….much like his own. An expression they adopted when they believed none were nearby to observe it.
They appeared to coincide at the oddest junctions.
He wondered what Tsanai would have said about it.
“Do you seek refuge?†he asked, fingers beginning to lightly tap on the metal knee guard. The Western continent was a land of conflict like any other, and so it would not surprise Kasrjin at such a reason.
