Since quitting the city for the wilds she’d avoided acquiring much more. Funny how being alone, left her flesh unharmed but her head and heart aching for some company to draw her out of the shadow she’d been wandering in.
Bodil? The name was familiar, someone from his upbringing and obviously still around and trustworthy… interesting. [color=#0074d9]“Smells stronger than most… it’s nice.” [/color]The first sniff had overwhelmed her, but the lingering scent, once diluted, was light and refreshing. The mental agenda for the next day was formulating, the first task, find Bodil, a woman who’s been around since the Blessed Age was a well of juicy secrets.
Fingers paddled the water as she listened, bubbles moving gently in the current. Leaf set the vial aside for the time being. Combing through the wet strands to ensure no twigs or debris had managed its way into her blonde locks.[color=#0074d9] “Oh?” [/color]she pried, amusement obvious in her tone. [color=#0074d9]“Why? Because I’m an apostate, or Kirkwall, or the fact I’m not really religious.”[/color] Leaf shifted, arms leaning on the rim while her chin settled between. [color=#0074d9]“How does Sister Victoria cause you grief?”[/color] Genuinely, she was interested in it, he offered her name so freely before the others.
In some sense, Aoife could consider herself a soldier of sorts, just no Commander or cause but that of helping the downtrodden and ensuring the balance remained unshifted, how little that had worked. Well, the position was now filled. She’d be working under his order yet there was an air of doubt, Leaf would heed every one of his commands, no matter the title. His safety was paramount though, both for her and the Marches sake.
With his question, hands stilled in gathering her damp hair, loose strands falling out of the tentative grasp. Her tongue wetted over lips, mind racing, warring against the dumbing alcohol. [color=#0074d9]“...I could use a hand washing my hair?” [/color][color=#000000]A half-truth, but it had grown long with her time in the wilds and Bethany had always been the one to braid things. [/color]
Bodil? The name was familiar, someone from his upbringing and obviously still around and trustworthy… interesting. [color=#0074d9]“Smells stronger than most… it’s nice.” [/color]The first sniff had overwhelmed her, but the lingering scent, once diluted, was light and refreshing. The mental agenda for the next day was formulating, the first task, find Bodil, a woman who’s been around since the Blessed Age was a well of juicy secrets.
Fingers paddled the water as she listened, bubbles moving gently in the current. Leaf set the vial aside for the time being. Combing through the wet strands to ensure no twigs or debris had managed its way into her blonde locks.[color=#0074d9] “Oh?” [/color]she pried, amusement obvious in her tone. [color=#0074d9]“Why? Because I’m an apostate, or Kirkwall, or the fact I’m not really religious.”[/color] Leaf shifted, arms leaning on the rim while her chin settled between. [color=#0074d9]“How does Sister Victoria cause you grief?”[/color] Genuinely, she was interested in it, he offered her name so freely before the others.
In some sense, Aoife could consider herself a soldier of sorts, just no Commander or cause but that of helping the downtrodden and ensuring the balance remained unshifted, how little that had worked. Well, the position was now filled. She’d be working under his order yet there was an air of doubt, Leaf would heed every one of his commands, no matter the title. His safety was paramount though, both for her and the Marches sake.
With his question, hands stilled in gathering her damp hair, loose strands falling out of the tentative grasp. Her tongue wetted over lips, mind racing, warring against the dumbing alcohol. [color=#0074d9]“...I could use a hand washing my hair?” [/color][color=#000000]A half-truth, but it had grown long with her time in the wilds and Bethany had always been the one to braid things. [/color]
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