It was with a growing sense of lethargy, bathed and wrapped up in the merry tingling of alcohol, that the words and considerations came to her now. Shifting, perhaps more correctly sloshing, through her mind as the warmth of both the fire and the company suffused her. It was difficult, despite the dangers, not to have enjoyed simply being herself. It was ironic really, she had gone to such lengths to destroy her past and she had just told a Myrian all about it. Not enough details to really discover anything, but the fact she had told Kaie anything was a sign in and of itself – whether the woman saw it as such or not. There was a sense if trust there, hidden beneath the story.
Though I doubt she would reveal anything, she seems grateful enough. Not to mention it is not her way, her people's way. They are warriors, she has confirmed as much. She'd much rather challenge me to a fight than stab me from behind with words. More to the point...I do trust her. As far as I can she mused to herself, eyelid growing heavy.
Her head was slipping back to rest upon the chair, gaze running into the fuzzed fog as sleep creeps up, as the words were spoken – those precious words much required after an evening of revelation and emotional considerations. Not to mention drink. There was a soft curl of the lips, head lolling slightly as it turned to regard the pair of them, one after the other. There was a small sigh too as she leaned forwards, forcing the energy required from what reserves were left. Strange how she cold battle with the best of them for Bells but sitting and talking took so much more effort from her. The situation, she supposed as she pushed herself up and slowly to her feet.
“I think we have all been given things to consider this night,” she stretched her back and yawned behind her hand, “so call it even. As she says, staying here is fine. Yo have Orvin to keep you safe and a warm fire to chase the chills away. Sleep wherever suits” she flicked her hand around to gesture to the general vicinity.
There was the slipping of an arm around her woman then, just before the nudging began. She paid it no mind, simply allowed herself to be cajoled forwards and towards the stairs. There was a small snort at the comment about having a bath, she wondered if she should tease Fallon with the suggestion of bathing together. She repressed the urge, it had been a nice evening. There was no sense ruining it with something foolish. The steps took some time, creaking as she pulled herself upwards, ever upwards. The small rebounding off of the wall as the bedroom loomed invitingly. Once within came the undressing, that was the more amusing part as she tried not to fall arse over head to the floor. Or clutter into anything. There were still many scuffing sounds as she hopped, tugged and yanked her way out of the prison of clothing.
“Well...that was unexpected. But nice. We should take in bloodied people more often” she stated as she leant back to fall into the bed, dragging Fallon with her, to once more be enveloped by oblivion in due time.
Though I doubt she would reveal anything, she seems grateful enough. Not to mention it is not her way, her people's way. They are warriors, she has confirmed as much. She'd much rather challenge me to a fight than stab me from behind with words. More to the point...I do trust her. As far as I can she mused to herself, eyelid growing heavy.
Her head was slipping back to rest upon the chair, gaze running into the fuzzed fog as sleep creeps up, as the words were spoken – those precious words much required after an evening of revelation and emotional considerations. Not to mention drink. There was a soft curl of the lips, head lolling slightly as it turned to regard the pair of them, one after the other. There was a small sigh too as she leaned forwards, forcing the energy required from what reserves were left. Strange how she cold battle with the best of them for Bells but sitting and talking took so much more effort from her. The situation, she supposed as she pushed herself up and slowly to her feet.
“I think we have all been given things to consider this night,” she stretched her back and yawned behind her hand, “so call it even. As she says, staying here is fine. Yo have Orvin to keep you safe and a warm fire to chase the chills away. Sleep wherever suits” she flicked her hand around to gesture to the general vicinity.
There was the slipping of an arm around her woman then, just before the nudging began. She paid it no mind, simply allowed herself to be cajoled forwards and towards the stairs. There was a small snort at the comment about having a bath, she wondered if she should tease Fallon with the suggestion of bathing together. She repressed the urge, it had been a nice evening. There was no sense ruining it with something foolish. The steps took some time, creaking as she pulled herself upwards, ever upwards. The small rebounding off of the wall as the bedroom loomed invitingly. Once within came the undressing, that was the more amusing part as she tried not to fall arse over head to the floor. Or clutter into anything. There were still many scuffing sounds as she hopped, tugged and yanked her way out of the prison of clothing.
“Well...that was unexpected. But nice. We should take in bloodied people more often” she stated as she leant back to fall into the bed, dragging Fallon with her, to once more be enveloped by oblivion in due time.
