"Sounds as if you have it all planned already. Anyone in particular you're going to fish for to hire you?" She gave a smile then, her head giving a small tilt as she lifted the kettle away and lowered it to the ground. It was there she left it, letting the liquid steep as it was tended to. It was only after Zandelia had tended to her own that Fallon proceeded to work upon hers, merely listening as she served the small amount of honey into her tea. Gently swirling it round she let the words repeat in her head, the smile holding place as she leaned back and let her shoulders brush against the wall behind, "It's why they call me wilding. Still, are you sure you wish to partake in joining me? Could be awfully dangerous, more so for you city folk." It was little more than a teasing jab, her voice humming, "Little dirt never hurt anyone though."
It was gently she placed a finger upon the lips, and then lowered to the chin to hold it, "It is good that you did not go through with the threat then? Do not worry your conscious upon it too much my dear," her hand shifted then, a small trace across the forehead, "Else you will obtain your wrinkles sooner rather than later." With that she withdrew, returning to nursing her drink and taking the first sip. She pulled away exhaling, and lowered it to rest upon her lap - it was still far too hot for her to even consider drinking. It was with a sigh she surveyed the room once more, admiring the work that had been put in place to make it a home for them - such a simple act in order to clean and bring it up to something more liveable. Of course, the addition of their own furnishings would come in good time, but for the moment it would do.
"Sometimes, it is just good to sit and do little else. Just wind away the time in enjoying and appreciating the world and life for what it is. Be mundane, and simply reflect upon the happenings that have come and gone," Her brow rose, a slither of white breaking from between her lips, "Observe, remember, understand... Yes. It appears that we can be." Holding the cup now in one hand, Fallon simply let the other rest upon the bench, thumb and finger rubbing the wood surface as she gently hummed to herself.
"Simple things, easy things. But what is easy and what is simple? What is mundane?" She looked into the rippling depths of her drink then, the surface rippling in the low light that flickered through, "You with your smile, cougar. What are you thinking I do sometimes wonder, though, I have a feeling you'll never tell me either," She took a sip then, "Such as you are. But a debate you wish for? I am sure I could try and think something up for you." Her fingers drummed, her eyes looking down to the tea once more, "Still believe the tea matches the maker? Or do you disagree with my statement?"
Looking she sighed, expression growing soft as she simply looked and watched the expression change and rest. So calm she was, content with what little they had achieved today, the scrapping starts of formulating their own peace. It was here the foundation would be rebuilt, and with it a new life could be formulated, and with it a new start. It was a chilled thought however that tickled against the back of her mind then, a dark warning of what could be coming for them - none ever escaped the consequences of their choices, how long did they truly have? Inhaling, she shifted her gaze away once more and stared into the flames of the fire. Now was not the time for such thoughts, enjoy the moment, focus on the plans she could work towards. She had to plant that see of hope somewhere, anywhere and to then keep tending to it as much as possible, "So, how does one further the mundane? Get a job, find steady employment, a nice house, good food, someone to share it with... what else...," Her hands clapped together then, teeth flashing into a grin. With a point at the woman she spoke with gusto, "Get married!" Her cheeks flushed then, eyes widening slightly as she realised what she said, "I mean, uh... that's uh... what the mundane do in books right?"
It was gently she placed a finger upon the lips, and then lowered to the chin to hold it, "It is good that you did not go through with the threat then? Do not worry your conscious upon it too much my dear," her hand shifted then, a small trace across the forehead, "Else you will obtain your wrinkles sooner rather than later." With that she withdrew, returning to nursing her drink and taking the first sip. She pulled away exhaling, and lowered it to rest upon her lap - it was still far too hot for her to even consider drinking. It was with a sigh she surveyed the room once more, admiring the work that had been put in place to make it a home for them - such a simple act in order to clean and bring it up to something more liveable. Of course, the addition of their own furnishings would come in good time, but for the moment it would do.
"Sometimes, it is just good to sit and do little else. Just wind away the time in enjoying and appreciating the world and life for what it is. Be mundane, and simply reflect upon the happenings that have come and gone," Her brow rose, a slither of white breaking from between her lips, "Observe, remember, understand... Yes. It appears that we can be." Holding the cup now in one hand, Fallon simply let the other rest upon the bench, thumb and finger rubbing the wood surface as she gently hummed to herself.
"Simple things, easy things. But what is easy and what is simple? What is mundane?" She looked into the rippling depths of her drink then, the surface rippling in the low light that flickered through, "You with your smile, cougar. What are you thinking I do sometimes wonder, though, I have a feeling you'll never tell me either," She took a sip then, "Such as you are. But a debate you wish for? I am sure I could try and think something up for you." Her fingers drummed, her eyes looking down to the tea once more, "Still believe the tea matches the maker? Or do you disagree with my statement?"
Looking she sighed, expression growing soft as she simply looked and watched the expression change and rest. So calm she was, content with what little they had achieved today, the scrapping starts of formulating their own peace. It was here the foundation would be rebuilt, and with it a new life could be formulated, and with it a new start. It was a chilled thought however that tickled against the back of her mind then, a dark warning of what could be coming for them - none ever escaped the consequences of their choices, how long did they truly have? Inhaling, she shifted her gaze away once more and stared into the flames of the fire. Now was not the time for such thoughts, enjoy the moment, focus on the plans she could work towards. She had to plant that see of hope somewhere, anywhere and to then keep tending to it as much as possible, "So, how does one further the mundane? Get a job, find steady employment, a nice house, good food, someone to share it with... what else...," Her hands clapped together then, teeth flashing into a grin. With a point at the woman she spoke with gusto, "Get married!" Her cheeks flushed then, eyes widening slightly as she realised what she said, "I mean, uh... that's uh... what the mundane do in books right?"