Closed A Lonely Impulse of Delight

[Fia Eaven]

91st of Fall She did tend to make an entrance. When Laszlo's door opened, Fia was a portrait of uncertainty in its frame. A bag lay over her feet and another was slung across her back. Her limbs and stance were drawn in, down to the tilt of her chin. She lifted her head to smile, trying to summon some of the glow that fed her spirit. It was scant stuff recently. Her voice was husky as it strung hopes together, betraying its disuse. "I thought about it. And I'd like to come in." To his house, life, confidence? The phrase felt purposefully broad. "You're right. It's not good to be alone. You start to feel like smoke. Going to pieces and floating away from the world." Her fingertips rubbed together then flung their invisible creation away. "If you changed your mind, I'm sorry, but it's too late." Her laugh rose and fell in a nervous swell. It was a better than good partnership to Fia. Laszlo would ensure her shoes were never stolen by himself or others, and she would make certain he never ran out of the house without a pair. She couldn't clarify their roles beyond that. They would share loneliness and by doing so, slowly destroy it.

[Laszlo]

It was always impossible to argue when Fia showed up and imposed her company. She simply had that disarming, undeniable quality. Laszlo looked her up and down, a poor, lost woman carrying everything she owned. And she bared her heart to him, the way she had gotten into the habit of doing. Rubbing the side of his neck, Laszlo smiled, more broadly and warmly than he had in a long time. What am I doing? The thought occurred in his head, but it was promptly brushed aside. She was helping him, and he needed it. There were concerns, caveats, secrets—for the moment forgotten. They could be dealt with in their own time. Laszlo stooped and picked up the bag at her feet. "Come in. I'll show you your room." Finis.

[Whimsy]

Fia Eaven

Experience	Lore
+1 Persuasion	The Changing Colours of Ethaefal
+3 Observation	The Shinya and Magic
+1 Astronomy	Placelessness
	Iraltu’s Observatory
	The Notion of Beauty
	Moving in with Laszlo

Laszlo

Experience	Lore
+1 Storytelling	Fia’s Unique Entrances
+3 Observation	Lhavit in the Fall
+1 Astronomy	The Temple of Time: Tanroa’s Statue
	Peace Comes in Time
	Fia’s Resilience
	Letting Go of the Past

Comments
Yet another lovely thread from both of you. I loved seeing the progression of Fia's grief to acceptance, contrasted against a bit of Laszlo's bitterness against the world for losing Abalia and Duvalyon. Laszlo, I gave you the storytelling for recounting how you got your name. Fia, I gave you persuasion for managing to get the hermit scholar out of his room! While perhaps not the right name for it, I gave you both astronomy for recognising the storm clouds on the horizon. If you have any questions or concerns, please PM me.

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