It was working. Well she thought it was. It had been so long since she had last played a game , she had been too wary; too afraid it would go too far. Vala wondered why Priskil was blessing her with so many chivalrous guys; she wondered if the daily prayers were being answered – with nice, cute guys she had no idea, but it was nice to be spoiled by the gods every once in awhile. (Vala would have preferred a new job or a promotion, but it would have been extremely disrespectful to not appreciate the eye candy when she could.) He couldn’t help her advance, well not in the direction she would prefer, especially since he was just an assistant craftsman, but maybe a new breakfast buddy would be nice. Eating alone, a routine Vala had sadly gotten accustomed to over the years was starting to build upon Vala’s wall of inner loneliness. Plus she needed to practice her social skills, with a cool casual relationship that she could sever without any collateral damage. Not that she would want to deprive herself from a handsome face and an entertaining personality. With the freedom of not having to censor herself, to keep Zeek’s favor for anything other than pure enjoyment, Vala found herself wanting him to like her more. She played up the cutesiness another notch, twirling her flaming red hair, suggestively. “I’ve never seen a blacksmith at work before. Are the tools heavy? What kind of stuff do you make?” She flooded Zeek with silly questions. She was really getting into the act, enjoying the facade more and more. It felt exhilarating to be naïve, to be free and flirtatious. The couple’s steps were unhurried. Vala even allowed him to walk a close, very close to Vala’s standards, foot beside her. At busier halls, she found themselves almost close enough to brush against each other; it was spine-tingling and dangerous, Vala almost wanted him to touch her; she wanted to know if maybe this time she could calm the rage, instead of being consumed by her past fears, but no. It was too soon, too soon to stoke such a risky chance: she didn’t want to be touched, yet. She wasn’t ready. They were almost at the Enclave, and Vala’s shift was about to start, but Vala didn’t want to leave until she knew who had ‘won’ or at least until she knew the game would continue, and give her something to entertain her during the tedious hours in the enclave. OOC :
Aww, I hope your headache gets better! And your post is good – don’t’ be silly.
I hope you don’t mind if we wrap up this thread in a few more posts. I kind of wanted to start another thread where Vala brings Zeek some lunch while he’s working in the Arm’s Gallery – maybe Zeek could even get some blacksmithing XP as he shows Vala what he does for a living. And I’m sure Vala would enjoy the show ![]() |