"...Mn."
Virara bobbed her head in acknowledgement, sliding into the room. A couple furtive glances preceded her; even as many times as she entered Chachanji's forge, or any room for that matter, her fastidious caution might border on paranoia, were it not reflex. Her eye was naturally drawn to dark corners and enclosed spaces, to people's hands and feet, the settled weight of their posture, where their gaze focused, shapes and patterns. It altogether didn't seem like the girl who crossed the threshold with modest steps looked at a person so much as the qualia they exuded.Â
"Gloomy Lady."Â
Virara nodded to Jana. An unflattering nickname, but it was hardly the worst anyone had gotten from her. She glanced over her shoulder at John as he passed by, seizing upon his momentary indecision almost immediately.Â
"... Oh... A face I remember. Chagenji knows you. Blue Cat."Â
She slipped to the side to give the Elezen customer a wide berth to pass by, not difficult given her size.Â
"... If you have business. Go in. I am not here for that."Â
Zhara's plate of cookies caught her eye. Already possessing a dour and passive demeanor, Virara did not seem enthused about the prospect of more sugar. Every taste bud Chachanji possessed that was hardwired to make him crave something sweet was apparently sworn to spiciness for her. It was impossible for Virara to make anything (and few would demand her collateral damage-intensive method of cooking to begin with.) without it having all the qualities of an over-aspected fire cluster. Still, she was beholden to a certain code of perfunctory manners, even if her words often betrayed her lack of care for them. Perhaps just one would be enough to satisfy courtesy. Her small mouth seemed to spirit away segments of her meal with every blink, leaving no trace but crumbs behind.
Virara bobbed her head in acknowledgement, sliding into the room. A couple furtive glances preceded her; even as many times as she entered Chachanji's forge, or any room for that matter, her fastidious caution might border on paranoia, were it not reflex. Her eye was naturally drawn to dark corners and enclosed spaces, to people's hands and feet, the settled weight of their posture, where their gaze focused, shapes and patterns. It altogether didn't seem like the girl who crossed the threshold with modest steps looked at a person so much as the qualia they exuded.Â
"Gloomy Lady."Â
Virara nodded to Jana. An unflattering nickname, but it was hardly the worst anyone had gotten from her. She glanced over her shoulder at John as he passed by, seizing upon his momentary indecision almost immediately.Â
"... Oh... A face I remember. Chagenji knows you. Blue Cat."Â
She slipped to the side to give the Elezen customer a wide berth to pass by, not difficult given her size.Â
"... If you have business. Go in. I am not here for that."Â
Zhara's plate of cookies caught her eye. Already possessing a dour and passive demeanor, Virara did not seem enthused about the prospect of more sugar. Every taste bud Chachanji possessed that was hardwired to make him crave something sweet was apparently sworn to spiciness for her. It was impossible for Virara to make anything (and few would demand her collateral damage-intensive method of cooking to begin with.) without it having all the qualities of an over-aspected fire cluster. Still, she was beholden to a certain code of perfunctory manners, even if her words often betrayed her lack of care for them. Perhaps just one would be enough to satisfy courtesy. Her small mouth seemed to spirit away segments of her meal with every blink, leaving no trace but crumbs behind.
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AV by Kura-Ou
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My Balmung profile.
AV by Kura-Ou
Wiki (Last updated 01/16)
My Balmung profile.
