{ @highwaymxn }
The Plegian sorceress was not one to socialize. Unlike most people, she did not require nor desired to mingle with the others - save for Robin. She had absolutely no qualms in regards to her solitude, she actually prefered it. Tharja kept herself preoccupied whenever possible - whether it’s formulating and casting hexes, organizing her tent as well as the armory, or stalking observing Robin her fellow companions. She always found ways to entertain herself. However, their tactician had approached her with some concerns regarding her behavior. She wanted Tharja to interact and connect with her fellow comrades, to get more involved with the group in order to quell the rumors and ridiculous misconceptions hovering around camp.
Tharja found herself within the mess tent, gathering food to place upon her plate before she turned to find somewhere to sit. Normally, she would have dined alone, in her tent… however, Robin requested her presence there and she had not the will to defy her beloved.
Her violet coloured gaze would sweep through the the tables, attempting to locate Robin… but, she was nowhere to be found, much to her chagrin. With disappointment clearly evident upon her pale visage, the sorceress would reluctantly shuffle through the aisles before halting before the farthest and least occupied table.
