3rd of Zi’da, 717
Darcy laughed a little, her breath steaming in the chill night air as they walked out together in companionable fashion.
“Yes well, it’s more of a ‘place to stay’ rather than a ‘bring over guests’ sort of deal at the University. Though, it is cheap and it lets me study without having to travel between Venora and Andaris.” Heels clicking on the cobblestone, the blonde pianist nodded.
“Sure, the tenth break works for me. I’ve got a study period for the first half of tomorrow anyway. I don’t really eat much, so tea is better anyway.” Her smile dropped a tad, feeling keenly that the reevi was wearing off. She would welcome the walk home after seeing Valeria off, cool air freshly gusting against the warmth of her cheeks. At the other blonde’s surprise of her cat-less life thus far, Darcy couldn’t help but shoot her another bright smile.
“I uh...I don’t visit many people. My experiences in the animalistic kingdom consist of nasty guard dogs in clients yards, and one cute little bulldog that loves a good pat. Aside from that, I have nothing. I’m excited to meet your Alena then, by the sounds of it she’s simply delightful.” Shivering, the blonde Venora nodded.
“No, honestly, you’re absolutely right. It’s sarding freezing!” She giggled at the curse word, as though they’d done something awfully wicked under the eyes of the Seven. Rebellious even.
Fates knew however that Darcy was not as innocent as she seemed. Not when it came to colorful language and even more colorful evening activities.
“Does it get this cold in Burhan?” The shorter woman asked conversationally, looking at the ground as they moved quickly across the uneven paving, ensuring she didn’t trip and break an ankle.
“Venora I don’t think ever feels quite this cold. It’s like all the plants and flowers hold the trial’s sunlight for the evenings. Even when it snows it somehow feels warm.” Her voice took on a slightly nostalgic tone, a pang of homesickness capturing her heart. She really needed Caius, she needed to know where he was. Why he left.
She needed someone.
Vaguely, the gnawing sense of fear was creeping back on her. The shadows were more ominous, even in Valeria’s company. Unconsciously Darcy walked a little closer to the singer, her eyes darting to the poorly lit alleyways as they moved along.
“I uh...are we close?” She asked softly, pulling the cloak closer around her with another shiver.
“Yes well, it’s more of a ‘place to stay’ rather than a ‘bring over guests’ sort of deal at the University. Though, it is cheap and it lets me study without having to travel between Venora and Andaris.” Heels clicking on the cobblestone, the blonde pianist nodded.
“Sure, the tenth break works for me. I’ve got a study period for the first half of tomorrow anyway. I don’t really eat much, so tea is better anyway.” Her smile dropped a tad, feeling keenly that the reevi was wearing off. She would welcome the walk home after seeing Valeria off, cool air freshly gusting against the warmth of her cheeks. At the other blonde’s surprise of her cat-less life thus far, Darcy couldn’t help but shoot her another bright smile.
“I uh...I don’t visit many people. My experiences in the animalistic kingdom consist of nasty guard dogs in clients yards, and one cute little bulldog that loves a good pat. Aside from that, I have nothing. I’m excited to meet your Alena then, by the sounds of it she’s simply delightful.” Shivering, the blonde Venora nodded.
“No, honestly, you’re absolutely right. It’s sarding freezing!” She giggled at the curse word, as though they’d done something awfully wicked under the eyes of the Seven. Rebellious even.
Fates knew however that Darcy was not as innocent as she seemed. Not when it came to colorful language and even more colorful evening activities.
“Does it get this cold in Burhan?” The shorter woman asked conversationally, looking at the ground as they moved quickly across the uneven paving, ensuring she didn’t trip and break an ankle.
“Venora I don’t think ever feels quite this cold. It’s like all the plants and flowers hold the trial’s sunlight for the evenings. Even when it snows it somehow feels warm.” Her voice took on a slightly nostalgic tone, a pang of homesickness capturing her heart. She really needed Caius, she needed to know where he was. Why he left.
She needed someone.
Vaguely, the gnawing sense of fear was creeping back on her. The shadows were more ominous, even in Valeria’s company. Unconsciously Darcy walked a little closer to the singer, her eyes darting to the poorly lit alleyways as they moved along.
“I uh...are we close?” She asked softly, pulling the cloak closer around her with another shiver.
