Description "Cyrene" Thoughts Isur Tukant Others
The fact she could see exceptionally clearly on his face that he was still trying to piece together the truth. Or at least what was fact and what was simply conjecture. At his comment about the doubts he held she couldn’t help but close her eyes with a knowing smile. “It’s hard to believe I know. After all when I’m at work I’m at work. Nothing will pull me out of that. And when I’m at play I’m at play. And right now i'm playing with you. Same mentality just a differ source of where I derive my entertainment from.” She glanced across as the glass she had was filled once again with the same deep ruby red liquid that she’d been supping on since before Garland had even walked in.
“I don’t even really need this to sustain myself. But some habits are hard to break in all honesty.” She spoke lightly as she lifted the glass to her lips and took another long sip. “And I can tell you believe the truth of the matter, even the thought of it has that twinge of fear creeping into your face.” Though as he inquired about how long she’d been here she sighed.
“I’ve had enough time to piece memories together. Of who I was before I died. And that’s why the words about the time before hit so hard. I was a hundred and twenty years of Age when I passed. It wasn’t natural nor a disease No it was something…Else. Still haven fully figured that much out. But that was as far as I can tell a good deal of time before the World sundering event that dropped me from my lofty home.” She paused again a deep sadness and heavy melancholic tone seeping into her words. “As for how long I’ve been around in this world, like this. As of the thirty first of summer, it will mark four-hundred and forty seven years on this plane once again.”
“And yes, Leth is bright this night. Though I fully expected the ground to be blanketed in sheer white. Seeing Morwen shirk her duties is a strange turn of events after all. In all of my years she’s never shirked her duty once. And I’ve had some cold summers in my time.” She spoke again trying to lift the pall she’d cast upon the conversation. “Though I must admit, my skills with a hammer and a flame have grown ever so rusty over the last few years. Perhaps I’m not pushing myself enough?” She shifted again lightly crossing her legs and layering am arm over her abdomen as she softly circled her finger over the rim of the glass. “Where do you stand on this Vantha matter Garland?”