" y'shtola ! " footsteps were light, all with a soft grace, as she bounded towards the scion. neutral as cherry's expression was, she still bore a relatively pleasant look, with the corners of her mouth curled upward just slightly. her ears gave a single, soft flick, and the jewels of her earrings clattered at the movement. " say . . . i left a tray of sweets on the bar countertop ... any idea where they went ? " not because she wanted them - they might be sliiiiiightly unsafe for consumption.
TO DEEM HER THE SAFE KEEPER OF THE ESTABLISHMENT; perhaps more a silent guardian, seated at the very end of the room [in a corner, as per usual], glare set on an open tome resting on her thigh whilst idle left fished for another. ‘twas certainly not to her liking to remain trapped inside the Rising Stones for such a long time / confined in own room one considered sitting in the community hall an IMPROVEMENT; to think she would be coerced to rest & chastised by dear Krile for merely considering to leave the establishment on her own. -- why, the wound in her chest had healed [albeit aching still] & aetherial sight continued to ‘brighten her day’; all seemed to have returned to the undeniable status quo & yet ... denial was a powerful euphoriant, nay? Barely did she sleep; ‘twas mayhap noxious mixture of a dawning insomniac issue & the inability to rest out of fear. Or was it more apprehension? The sentiment of worry, of sweat on her brow & steel in her chest?
Jaw set ere tentative fingers found the book she had been searching for. Course cover, metal lining embedded in its worn leather wrapping, seeming oh so smooth under her fingertips. -- ah, most tomes dealing with magic never failed to don most INTIMIDATING embroidery. So she had learned now that touch was more essential than sight. -- oh, ‘twas a worthy distraction, for now at least, she reckoned.
❛ hm. ❜ cue a hum; the clatter of earrings gave approaching other away long before blind eyes had a chance to lift; ‘twas a gentle gleam dancing through obscurity, closing in whilst passing whoever else had decided to dwell in the halls at this hour. -- ‘twas noon. How peculiar to see someone as busy as Cherry around; on own accords no less. Lo, a mere simper / a half-smile worn the second attention drifted from tome to esteemed other. Why, if she had the choice, one would have been out in the wilds in a heartbeat. -- upon replying, a witch’s tone seemed a tad amused nonetheless, first address mimicking other ALMOST jovially. ❛ Say, what sort of reaction do you expect? A scold for leaving what I take for pastry unattended in a hall full of rather sweet-toothed folk or... suspicion about your motives for doing so in the first place? ❜
Ah, but notwithstanding whatever other’s motifs were, the mage clandestinely cherished some form of further interaction that went beyond commonplace greetings & farewells. Indeed, to consider her bored might be a blatant understatement. Cue a fold of arms right beyond heaving chest, a mere dip of her chin granting the impression of eye contact [or so she liked to believe]. ❛ Unfortunately, whoever passed by to take them did so unbeknownst to me. Why, my observational capabilities are no longer what they once were, I wager. ❜
