Odette couldn't help but find amusement in Nahli's sorrowful reaction to the tale she'd told, a short blurted note of barked laughter leaving her lips in earthy melody. "What's with t'face?" she asked teasingly, not waiting for an answer herself as she went on to make statement that was brief explanation. "Fer better or worse they were some of the most important years of me life, lass. I cannae complain. Without them, I wouldn't be the same charming young woman ye see before you. Possibly."
As the melody was stilled by her hand, so too did Odette's laid-back rambling fade to silence in allowance and anticipation for the answer. Nodding her understanding for the woman's tale as it was told, she herself languidly tugged a small, dented flask from leather holster that rested upon the curve of a rounded hip. Unscrewing the cap with the faintest of screeches from metal threading, the rim of aforementioned flask was lifted to wet bronzed lips with the amber liquid contained within. With an expression that was appreciative for the shared words, the Highlander leaned forward to offer Nahli the flask when she had concluded.
"Heart of a bard..." she murmured softly, drawing a slender thumb down the length of her jaw that tapped once against her chin before dropping to rest against exposed thigh. "Huh." hummed Odette, a wide grin breaking over her features in a dazzling display of pearly white that contrasted with the tan upon her flesh. "That sure is somethin', Nahli. A gift t'be sure. I ain't got nae bard's heart or aetheric skill or nothin', but that dedication... that desire? That I can appreciate. It's that passion which inspires and will continue t'do so."
The woman paused for the allowance of full lips to tug to one side in impish smirk. "So how long until I can convince ye t'shoot an apple off me head?"
As the melody was stilled by her hand, so too did Odette's laid-back rambling fade to silence in allowance and anticipation for the answer. Nodding her understanding for the woman's tale as it was told, she herself languidly tugged a small, dented flask from leather holster that rested upon the curve of a rounded hip. Unscrewing the cap with the faintest of screeches from metal threading, the rim of aforementioned flask was lifted to wet bronzed lips with the amber liquid contained within. With an expression that was appreciative for the shared words, the Highlander leaned forward to offer Nahli the flask when she had concluded.
"Heart of a bard..." she murmured softly, drawing a slender thumb down the length of her jaw that tapped once against her chin before dropping to rest against exposed thigh. "Huh." hummed Odette, a wide grin breaking over her features in a dazzling display of pearly white that contrasted with the tan upon her flesh. "That sure is somethin', Nahli. A gift t'be sure. I ain't got nae bard's heart or aetheric skill or nothin', but that dedication... that desire? That I can appreciate. It's that passion which inspires and will continue t'do so."
The woman paused for the allowance of full lips to tug to one side in impish smirk. "So how long until I can convince ye t'shoot an apple off me head?"
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