The woman was as playful as she was ruthless, seeing my fumble in words and clinging to them, poking and prodding them - though not in a nasty, unkind way, but with just the right amount of sass and spice. My grin slants into more of a smirk as I softly retort: "Well, time will tell, I suppose." It was said softly, with kindness intended, and perhaps just a bit hope, that indeed this chance meeting would evolve into a friendship. I was in need of friends, and had been lucky to find a few friendly faces at least, upon arriving here (though Korbin's permanent teenage glare wasn't exactly 'friendly'), but no real, true friendships had been formed, and I missed them, I missed that feeling of being able to rely on another being, and have them rely on me.
I sigh, internally, once again working to stay in the here and now, and not let all that I have lost distract me.
Kiada expands my knowledge of the upcoming season, and I admonish myself slightly for my lack of this knowledge beforehand - my landlord was relatively quiet-spoken, he told me that Halo is expecting a swell in numbers for the season, but I never could get an explanation as to why out of him. It seemed backwards for me, to have people migrate to a place so remote, so enclosed by winter and frost and snow and cold during the time when that season will strike the hardest - and yet, it would seem, that season strikes other regions even after, just not necessarily with snow and ice but with magic and terror and torment.
"I'm sorry," I hope my tones reflect the genuine sorrow for her plight, my honest and regretful feelings that she had to relive such an awful time just to retell me, a newcomer wanting to know more. No wonder it wasn't spoken about much. I lean forward in earnest, putting my cup down on the floor beside my feet, reaching out a hand - though not touching her unless she so desires to place a hand in mine. "Truly, thank you, for explaining that. I think I understand everyone's trepidation with a lot more clarity now. I'm sorry,-" I repeat, not caring that I probably sound like a rambling idiot, "-sorry that you had to go through that, that Auni had to, that you lost someone. That's just,-" I shake my head as I pause, empathising with her story, "-that's shit."
I sigh, internally, once again working to stay in the here and now, and not let all that I have lost distract me.
Kiada expands my knowledge of the upcoming season, and I admonish myself slightly for my lack of this knowledge beforehand - my landlord was relatively quiet-spoken, he told me that Halo is expecting a swell in numbers for the season, but I never could get an explanation as to why out of him. It seemed backwards for me, to have people migrate to a place so remote, so enclosed by winter and frost and snow and cold during the time when that season will strike the hardest - and yet, it would seem, that season strikes other regions even after, just not necessarily with snow and ice but with magic and terror and torment.
"I'm sorry," I hope my tones reflect the genuine sorrow for her plight, my honest and regretful feelings that she had to relive such an awful time just to retell me, a newcomer wanting to know more. No wonder it wasn't spoken about much. I lean forward in earnest, putting my cup down on the floor beside my feet, reaching out a hand - though not touching her unless she so desires to place a hand in mine. "Truly, thank you, for explaining that. I think I understand everyone's trepidation with a lot more clarity now. I'm sorry,-" I repeat, not caring that I probably sound like a rambling idiot, "-sorry that you had to go through that, that Auni had to, that you lost someone. That's just,-" I shake my head as I pause, empathising with her story, "-that's shit."
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