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Post by Egrasiya Nightwalker on Jun 3, 2013 11:56:58 GMT -5
Berith’s less than subtle shift in mood wasn’t lost on Egrasiya. Nothing was, usually, for within the composition of every minute gesture, or lack thereof, that you could capture through observation, lay the secret to survival. Inside this building, in the confines of this encounter, the blonde could reasonably state claim to some sense of security, but her ways were ingrained by a life lived predicting, preventing, and otherwise hiding from the threat in people before it struck. It was succeed or die, and so far, she was still alive. These days, especially, the girl didn’t know where survival instinct ended and where she actually began living.
The recklessness she had hinted at was a lack of prevention. Egrasiya had to wonder, while calmly watching her company mutely register that it wasn’t that safe to eat everything that looked like food and came from a stereotyped guildmate, where exactly the weakness dwelled. From the way Berith controlled her surprise, it was suggested she was no stranger to foresight, despite a potentially reckless inner nature – evidenced by her leisurely confrontational approach of earlier. The blonde smiled, just faintly, her head dipping slightly to shadow her eyes. She knew how it felt to fight yourself for the sake of winning against life. When she looked up again, she caught that grin, and it didn’t have to be bombastic to give a glimpse of pride, along with... unnaturally elongated canines. This guild had a lot of slayers, Egrasiya included, and Berith was marked down as a potential draconic one.
It was Egrasiya’s turn to be a little surprised, her eyebrows arching minimally in dull bemusement, when the brunette decided their tendencies were sufficiently similar for her to reciprocate that thought. What was more stunning was the one eighty Berith did when she chose to take a seat on the floor. Egrasiya’s eyes tightened into a minute narrow, very briefly, but it was not for ire, and knew just a little bit of suspicion. As a rule, she didn’t like looking down on people, be that literally or metaphorically. Feelings of superiority were the product of an insecure or limited mind, unfamiliar with the butterfly effect, and she’d been born in a world that made her realize just how important, or insignificant, every element was to the greater whole. Whether Berith was testing her, or she’d simply opted to take the only face to face seating available, Egrasiya pushed away from her corner and slid down so that she too collected her feet underneath herself on the wooden flooring. One of the apples – the other safely edible one, came down with her.
The blonde took a generous bite of it while she tranquilly listened to the brunette spread her thoughts on the canvas she’d started. For a little while after Berith’s voice stopped sounding, Egrasiya said nothing, just thoughtfully, ponderously chewing her apple, her eyes never leaving her company. Then, she swallowed and looked down, a rush of years weighing her gaze. “Shouldn’t be that desirable,” she said first, conflicting feelings making her frown just slightly. “Looking for death. It shouldn’t be that interesting.” Whether she was trying to convince Berith of something, or she was telling this to herself, couldn’t be conclusive.
Suddenly, she smiled a grim smile, and her gaze shot back to Berith. “But it is thrilling, yeah. Mortifying. So awful that you’d want to be anywhere else, but can’t get enough of it. Because there’s nothing like that thrill.” The girl hesitated, glancing down at the apple in her hand, briefly pensive again. “Almost.” The skin tightened around her eyes, so very faintly, the only indication of the tremendous frustration she let pass across a personal ponder. In the end, she sighed, expansively, something about her relaxing a little. “And not really. The poison I had in that doesn’t affect you instantly.” Lazily, she looked across the guild hall to a series of other Fairies. “I’m sure there’s a healer here that could’ve handled it no sweat.” Her gaze returned to Berith. “If not, I would’ve carried you to the nearby hospital.”
Egrasiya bit into the apple again. “Soh, eiwther wauh, youh’d swtill be living tomorrow.” She smiled, slightly. “Good point about the how though.” For a moment, she quietly considered this, then pointed a finger at Berith, a new challenge in her eyes, and a forming, slightly mischievous grin on her face.
“So what exactly are you most afraid of?”
Notes: Kehee xD
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