Flea's eyes took in the unspoken conversation happening between the other elf and the human children, but she didn't engage in it at all, instead just raising a brow a little, with a nod to the man when he thanked her. In the few weeks she had been awake, she had learned not much had changed. At least she knew how to behave in that regard. "[color=#2ecc40]I don't keep strict tabs, I'll take a friendly face in the same situation in return.[/color]"
"[color=#2ecc40]Vatriel, but all call me Flea.[/color]" She thought about his words, and found no reason not to tell him exactly why. "[color=#2ecc40]I've not, I've not been awake long. A fortnight, maybe closer to two.[/color]" She moved back some, feeling safer in the shadowy parts of the alley way, and away from the children. The city she had just fled from, well, she had left a body floating in the canal, so she needed to keep a low profile for a little while at least. But, that body had given her enough silver to get by a little while longer, while she set up here for a time, to continue her search to find Bajie, if the older man still lived. She was assuming he lived, but it was so long ago that he might have died in the mean time.
"[color=#2ecc40]Very new back into the world, I'd say.[/color]" She had problems looking him in the eyes, she had always had problems looking people in the eyes, so she spoke mainly to his shoes for the words they exchanged. She didn't do pleasantries easily. Bajie had been there for that, to introduce her and keep conversations flowing. She had been there to fight, to gain fame, to win... and she was nothing without someone to be a voice, and face for her, just a lost fighter among the crowd who stumbled into work by chance. "[color=#2ecc40]Are you very familiar with all faces in these parts?[/color]"
It wasn't a tease, but her voice was inflected with actual curiosity. Maybe, maybe he could be helpful if he knew a lot of people. She could pay for his help even. Was luck on her side once again, with a seemingly chance encounter?
"[color=#2ecc40]Vatriel, but all call me Flea.[/color]" She thought about his words, and found no reason not to tell him exactly why. "[color=#2ecc40]I've not, I've not been awake long. A fortnight, maybe closer to two.[/color]" She moved back some, feeling safer in the shadowy parts of the alley way, and away from the children. The city she had just fled from, well, she had left a body floating in the canal, so she needed to keep a low profile for a little while at least. But, that body had given her enough silver to get by a little while longer, while she set up here for a time, to continue her search to find Bajie, if the older man still lived. She was assuming he lived, but it was so long ago that he might have died in the mean time.
"[color=#2ecc40]Very new back into the world, I'd say.[/color]" She had problems looking him in the eyes, she had always had problems looking people in the eyes, so she spoke mainly to his shoes for the words they exchanged. She didn't do pleasantries easily. Bajie had been there for that, to introduce her and keep conversations flowing. She had been there to fight, to gain fame, to win... and she was nothing without someone to be a voice, and face for her, just a lost fighter among the crowd who stumbled into work by chance. "[color=#2ecc40]Are you very familiar with all faces in these parts?[/color]"
It wasn't a tease, but her voice was inflected with actual curiosity. Maybe, maybe he could be helpful if he knew a lot of people. She could pay for his help even. Was luck on her side once again, with a seemingly chance encounter?
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