appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.
Well, they have one thing in common anyway. She’s not exactly a Beqanna native either and she’s still trying to figure them out. Mostly, they seems like Baltians in all the ways that matter. The only major, glaring difference she’s found is the fact they live on land. Oh, and their access to magic on this place they (creatively) call the Mountain. Not that she tells anyone that they don’t have that sort of access to magic in Baltia….Not one for humor, she thinks. Got it. Less fun, sadly, but here she is and here he is and so she might as well stick it out. Not that he seems like he’s going to be a particularly productive conversation, but still, you never know. Besides, she can just cheat, and with that flat tone and unreadable expression, he leaves her little choice (not that she wouldn’t do it anyway). She can feel his mind easily enough, and so she lets the thoughts flow in. Rezza never pokes or prods, never makes herself known, but just lets the stray thoughts find her. If he’s not going to be all that fun to converse with on the outside, maybe his mind will yield something more useful.
So far, his thoughts aren’t much better. He doesn’t seem to know where she is from, so far as she can tell, anyway, and his overall impression of her is about as flat as everything else about him. Excellent. Really. She’s so excited.
At least he offers a name, and she gives him a pleasant smile and a nod to acknowledge that she heard it. His next words bring a smile to her lips though and a light chuckle. Was that humor? Does he even know that it might count as humor? She actually can’t quite tell with this stormy boy, but regardless, she is very good at faking it where conversations are concerned. ”I’ve rarely seen trees in my life,” she says, which might give him a clue as to where she is from if he’s perceptive. ”I’ve been rather enjoying the view.”
REZZA
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