One wouldn’t call it happanestance a stranger decided to merge into the little group of chatter, which was otherwise defined as a break or begin gathering their bearings once breaching new territory, if there were any hunting requests open if not general tasks, to even contemplating what to have to eat once the time of the hour called for it. The usual atmosphere stood as long as it lasted before all attention turned to the – new addition with confused faces, for the initial belief lead to them to prepare something to be asked of them, but instead, she voiced herself as if she were a long-lost acquaintance of sorts.
The outburst surprised him, but did not take him aback entirely. The news tilting him “presumably dead” reached the ears of all within the victiviy of the podcast, he’d wager. Whether or not they bought into the world was shortly debunked merely by his appearance and scarce, recurrent interactions, so both seeing and hearing the distinctive relief on people’s tongues once seeing him alive and well helped him settle a bit. The same couldn’t be said for his memory, at least everyone knew him more or less, however the like couldn’t be applied to the person, either he saw them once during his childhood or he was at the age very young that as he grew older, the memory faded, so to speak. So when she was attempting to reintroduce herself – jog his memory – the confusion pastered on his face absolutely refused to budge, in fact, it only added another layer onto it while there were a few acts of movement in attempting to recall; in the end, it was fruitless endeavour, much to his group’s exasperation. To break it down: there were many Glaives, some of which he couldn’t recall their names unless they were part of his life in its entirety or made a long-lasting impression, in which he will admit it was embarrassing that names escape him with such ease, his people, no less.
Another, he was sure many had parents who were Glaives, it didn’t help break down who was who, though. Soon, as if the time seemed to be an century, that particular “incident” became the winning factor in knowing who she was, although vague as expressed in a brief moment of realization. ❛ Oh, yeah. That I remember, surprisingly. The whole thing was in a panic for the most part once there was blood from that. Uhm, how have you being holding up as late, with – y’know, all that’s happened? ❜
‘Surprisingly’, he said. Who wouldn’t remember such a spectacular fall? Sure, it was embarrassing, and she’d wear the evidence on her face until she died, but... he remembered, and she was sure his friends would, too. She’d take it. “Yeah... it was crazy. But that’s not what I’m here to discuss.” She forced a laugh, leaning forward in her seat, resting her elbows on the table.
“How considerate of you to ask!” She had to consciously stop herself from tacking on ‘Your Highness’ to the end of every sentence. “I’m- well...” It just occurred to her that she hadn’t been asked that since she left Insomnia, and the question was threatening to bring up storming emotions she’d firmly stomped down and kept in a sealed grate deep in her mind. She shook her head out, plastering on a big smile. “I’m fine! Hanging out, you know how it is.” Did he? He was a prince, for fuck’s sake. “Sure would love to get out of here every once in a while, maybe take on some hunts, but I don’t have a car.” She eyed him pointedly at that. “I bet you and your pals do a lot with your car.”
She could have asked how he was holding up, but she was sure he got enough of that already. Besides, if she didn’t keep the conversation moving, she’d never get what she wanted from him.
