DAMNED, she is damned —— thinking of what she’s going to do to get home. Waking up in an unknown place, wandering to an establishment where she can sit and come to her senses. Amalurra had been sitting in the same seat for hours in the same position with the same thoughts repeating in hope to drive her insane. Eyes were on her, she could feel it but it on bothered her moderately but not enough to move or speak - others around her fearful.
Quietly she began to mumble out her thoughts, her hands upon her lap —— steps were growing close and she sensed possible danger but all she could do is turn her head —— jewel covered hands now sitting on the bar table. ❝ I appreciate your kindness but I have nothing to give you in return. ❞
STRATEGICALLY, his movements are always one step ahead. either in the arts or in life. what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. or perhaps, terribly lethal & makes you question your sanity and stability. it’s not that the interest always turns down useless, it’s that he cares too much. ( by achieving perfect training, you learn to ignore your demons in life. and he is in fact, one step closer to greatness. )
sensing the discomfort gives the immediate red light for the young apprentice. bill wants many things in life, terrifying someone wouldn’t be one of them. ( or so he wants to believe. ) giving one respectful step back, he listens. ❛ i don’t want anything in return other than said simple company. ------ i will get on my way if you don’t want me to be near. ❜
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