Memories of Snow
Apr 2, 2021 8:07:09 GMT -5
Post by Halrae on Apr 2, 2021 8:07:09 GMT -5
This was nice, sitting around with those she could trust and just talking, sharing stories and enjoying one another's company. Halrae hadn't done this since she Prince Kaeris had left the Keep.
The drow nodded in agreement to Zenith's assessment about his underground den and the antics of the IF, which though she was still learning about she'd seen and heard enough to know it a valid point and sharing in his snort of amusement. But then part of his next words caught her attention.
"...I’m happy you feel safe enough around me to talk about this stuff.”
Safe. There was a concept! She well knew her prowess to feel safe in the sense that she could handle most whatever life threw at her, but this was a 'safe' on a whole different level. No amount of skill at arms could make one safe where emotions and vulnerability were concerned. Only trust held sway there, and trust wasn't something she'd extended since she and Kaeris had bid one another good fortune in their futures except to the creatures who'd Bonded to her.
No, she realized, that wasn't true. Even before they arrived in her life she'd extended trust to Zenith when she let him take her flying. Admittedly she'd don't so for practical reasons - confidence in her skills to get her out of trouble and a need for finding the Village - but it had lain a groundwork that had led to this.
"I guess it's just been a long time coming," she finally answered, hands picking up some snow and packing it absently to still their desire to fidget. "The down side to being of a race that can live six centuries or so; after a couple of hundred years everyone forgets why their grandparents said you could be trusted and are a friend. Then everything goes back to usual." She shrugged like it didn't matter.
Yeah, she didn't hardly believe herself either.
"Seems you were right, though, about what you said. I've been in town a time or two to get things for the cottage and no one's blinked twice at seeing a drow walking around. Its honestly weird. Nice, but weird. Not used to it anymore I guess. Been able to do some good a time or two, too. I like that – it's familiar." Perhaps a hinting to Halrae's past, though for those that knew the race of dark elves it would certainly be an odd statement!
Briefly looking through her lashes at Zenith. She found that a part of her wanted to talk about her first family. Not her blood kin, but the family that she'd found by fate, chance, divinity, whatever you care to name it. She wanted to share stories about the adventure's they'd shared and the trials they'd overcome, if for no better reason than so that someone, somewhere, aside from her would know they lived, existed. Know the great things they accomplished.
But at the same time speaking of them was so, so hard because the memories those stories invoked. So she decided for a different track before she made the choice one way or the other.
"Have you seen any others like you here?"
The drow nodded in agreement to Zenith's assessment about his underground den and the antics of the IF, which though she was still learning about she'd seen and heard enough to know it a valid point and sharing in his snort of amusement. But then part of his next words caught her attention.
"...I’m happy you feel safe enough around me to talk about this stuff.”
Safe. There was a concept! She well knew her prowess to feel safe in the sense that she could handle most whatever life threw at her, but this was a 'safe' on a whole different level. No amount of skill at arms could make one safe where emotions and vulnerability were concerned. Only trust held sway there, and trust wasn't something she'd extended since she and Kaeris had bid one another good fortune in their futures except to the creatures who'd Bonded to her.
No, she realized, that wasn't true. Even before they arrived in her life she'd extended trust to Zenith when she let him take her flying. Admittedly she'd don't so for practical reasons - confidence in her skills to get her out of trouble and a need for finding the Village - but it had lain a groundwork that had led to this.
"I guess it's just been a long time coming," she finally answered, hands picking up some snow and packing it absently to still their desire to fidget. "The down side to being of a race that can live six centuries or so; after a couple of hundred years everyone forgets why their grandparents said you could be trusted and are a friend. Then everything goes back to usual." She shrugged like it didn't matter.
Yeah, she didn't hardly believe herself either.
"Seems you were right, though, about what you said. I've been in town a time or two to get things for the cottage and no one's blinked twice at seeing a drow walking around. Its honestly weird. Nice, but weird. Not used to it anymore I guess. Been able to do some good a time or two, too. I like that – it's familiar." Perhaps a hinting to Halrae's past, though for those that knew the race of dark elves it would certainly be an odd statement!
Briefly looking through her lashes at Zenith. She found that a part of her wanted to talk about her first family. Not her blood kin, but the family that she'd found by fate, chance, divinity, whatever you care to name it. She wanted to share stories about the adventure's they'd shared and the trials they'd overcome, if for no better reason than so that someone, somewhere, aside from her would know they lived, existed. Know the great things they accomplished.
But at the same time speaking of them was so, so hard because the memories those stories invoked. So she decided for a different track before she made the choice one way or the other.
"Have you seen any others like you here?"