There was more information that could be filed away for future reference. Ages, events. So the seamstress was 23 or 24 and Turrin was about four years older than her. She'd never considered what age the Endal was before, more concerned with the annoyance that his company had caused on the few occasions they'd been in contact. He was truly an outsider though if he had come at the age that Drusilla suggested. Sixteen was too old for being included amongst the Yasi, the man having missed the time to best pick up their customs, to be properly assimilated. No wonder the Avora had perceived him as strange, he hadn't truly grown up among the Inarta at all. Drusilla should have spent some of that time with the Yasi but perhaps she had been apprenticed or rather added to the workforce as soon as she had arrived. It provided her with too many questions that were left floating unanswered in her brain. Regardless the Symenestra was only highlighting how alien the pair were to the volcanic city.
Drusilla was determined to have been Azira's rider at one stage. The girl could only sigh and roll her eyes, certain that anything that she would say on the subject would simply be ignored, or else laughed off. Let the woman have her dream of she so wished it although the huntress wasn't going to indulge it or encourage it in any way. The shock in her gaze was evident when she was described as "the pride of Wind Reach". The woman was truly mad, she had to be to come out with a comment like that. The teen was starting to think that the seamstress said whatever popped into her head without any thought regarding whether it made sense or if it might be taken the wrong way. She just said it. That seemed to be her way and regardless of what the huntress thought of it if she wanted to be friends with the woman then...
When had friendship entered her head? Were they friends? They were friendly or rather Drusilla was friendly to her and Azira occasionally returned the favour but were they actually friends? Did the Avora want them to be? Of course I do. The answer was immediately, almost desperate in its urgency to be heard. She could work on it then. The pair would part on good terms today after all so there wouldn't be bad air between them as there was between Azira and so many others. She could be optimistic about it and she got the impression that Drusilla probably already regarded her as a friend if the invitation to call her Dru was anything to go by. Her friends called her that so might this be the woman's way of including her in her circle. Perhaps. Careful optimism then so that she wouldn't be too disappointed when--no, if--things didn't work out with Drusilla.
The woman seemed to accept her veiled desire to go, urging her to take her leave of her with a smile and a few words of encouragement. It was all right for her to be gone. The woman could finish up without her. It wasn't as if she'd been much of a help anyway. She'd only offered the seamstress obstacle after obstacle, attempting to build a hurdle that the Symenestra wouldn't be able to get over or go around. She'd definitely been more of a hindrance than a help but the other had accepted each obstacle and done her best to work through it. She wondered at Drusilla's patience but then the woman was a seamstress so she needed it, right?
The huntress took a few steps back from the woman, uncertain about how exactly she should say goodbye. Should she say anything at all or should she just go? The Avora kept going, turning as she grew nearer to the way out. Her steps grew quicker, more determined to make a faster departure. Before she slipped out the doorway, the young woman spoke softly but just loud enough for her voice to carry. "Thanks, Drusilla."
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by Drusilla on September 30th, 2014, 3:36 am 
And, don't forget to edit your post in the request forum as 'graded'. 
