As she stepped out of the cave, slowing in her movements, she just basked in the starlight of the night and let it soothe her fractured, frazzled soul. Twelve save her, why did the forest always turn cold at night? She wrapped her arms around herself again, rubbing her forearms as she crouched down, the full feather-and-satin skirt of the Ronkan attire the Viis had given her serving to at least keep her legs warm.
The cold was enough to give her mind a nice shock back to earth so she didn't dwell overlong in the memory. She felt as if she could breathe instead of being stuck in images of swirling around a grand ballroom for - an official celebration, a joining of minds she had not been a part of but was allowed to watch.
There were questions to ask here, too, so many of them, and she... she regretfully could answer most of the easy ones. Why ask Emet-Selch for a dance? From what she could glean from the memory, they had a friend in common. Clearly teasing him was the best thing to do. What was she doing there? Supporting her friends, it seemed like. The rest of the Ascians had been there, too. It had been a magical night, something that Allumette could say belonged to something out of a fairy tale - even if it clearly was a memory from long, long ago. ]
Wine. Wine would be good. Or hard liquor.
[ Allumette finally brought her head out of her hands, and it took her a few good moments before she turned to see him out of the corner of her eye, over her shoulder. The look in her eyes was certainly distinctly different from how she'd seen him before. ]
Was I really shorter than you?
[ Start with small things. She'd start small and work her way up. ]
making sure since it'd be easy enough to be platonic! o7
As she stepped out of the cave, slowing in her movements, she just basked in the starlight of the night and let it soothe her fractured, frazzled soul. Twelve save her, why did the forest always turn cold at night? She wrapped her arms around herself again, rubbing her forearms as she crouched down, the full feather-and-satin skirt of the Ronkan attire the Viis had given her serving to at least keep her legs warm.
The cold was enough to give her mind a nice shock back to earth so she didn't dwell overlong in the memory. She felt as if she could breathe instead of being stuck in images of swirling around a grand ballroom for - an official celebration, a joining of minds she had not been a part of but was allowed to watch.
There were questions to ask here, too, so many of them, and she... she regretfully could answer most of the easy ones. Why ask Emet-Selch for a dance? From what she could glean from the memory, they had a friend in common. Clearly teasing him was the best thing to do. What was she doing there? Supporting her friends, it seemed like. The rest of the Ascians had been there, too. It had been a magical night, something that Allumette could say belonged to something out of a fairy tale - even if it clearly was a memory from long, long ago. ]
Wine. Wine would be good. Or hard liquor.
[ Allumette finally brought her head out of her hands, and it took her a few good moments before she turned to see him out of the corner of her eye, over her shoulder. The look in her eyes was certainly distinctly different from how she'd seen him before. ]
Was I really shorter than you?
[ Start with small things. She'd start small and work her way up. ]