Turn off the dark
04-17-2020, 02:46 PM
The casual talk was something she wasn't very used to, she was mostly alone or never shared time with others, even if she wanted. Maybe the context she was born on, limited the friendly interactions she ever had. Nomads didn't have time to play or have a good time when they had to thread between life and death. The harsh lands they traveled in and how competitive it was to get food and endure. And sometimes she was too focused on more serious matters, and respect dictated her life more than anything else. "I don't see why not..." Torin glanced at her. She glanced back unsure about what else should she say. Again she wasn't good at this. "Got any ideas to do something with them?" "Hmm. Maybe as weapons? Or maybe they could be traded." 'Stupid, that doesn't have a sense at all' She told herself keeping the feelings locked deep in her shell. "Have you come here before?" Finally, she dared to ask something herself. Trying to have the first shot in conversations. "Hello" | 'Thoughts' | 'Your speech' |
Eir wears a Santa Claus' coat that has the typical red,white and black colors. She wears it all the time.