[Zevran's had a nook here and there in the woods where he found it to be quiet. Devoid of most of the talking animals- and trees. Though the experiment is supposed to be over he shall remain forever suspicious of what they have to say about him. If he takes more care in his climbing and movement in the forest for it- no one else would know or care.
Today he's seeking out a new clearing in which to laze while he tests and makes up his mind about a series of beverages he'd ordered from the cafe. Espresso sounded Antivan enough, and the spirit in which it was presented and explained to him left him curious enough to try one. Or rather all. Two different kinds of hot chocolate are also balanced on his tray as he's been attempting to find someone, anyone, that knows of drinking chocolate. Thusfar he has been disappointed.
He's more than a little preoccupied with watching his feet and balancing the cardboard cups while keeping the umbrella about his shoulders when he stumbles upon...a shrine? With a lovely shrine maiden-
The flame clicks in his mind first and foremost. The appearance of the young woman is set aside once he takes a guess at the nature of her work here. A sister in the village? But she does not wear the robes nor has he heard of one in his time as of yet.
Her solemn expression gives him pause. It could be spiritual contemplation- but the air about her seemed very heavy for that alone.
He shouldn't speak to her.
And yet wouldn't making a sister smile pay off some of the guilt he ought to have, according to his dear Wynne?]
Could I beg a prayer for better weather of you, Suora bella?
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Today he's seeking out a new clearing in which to laze while he tests and makes up his mind about a series of beverages he'd ordered from the cafe. Espresso sounded Antivan enough, and the spirit in which it was presented and explained to him left him curious enough to try one. Or rather all. Two different kinds of hot chocolate are also balanced on his tray as he's been attempting to find someone, anyone, that knows of drinking chocolate. Thusfar he has been disappointed.
He's more than a little preoccupied with watching his feet and balancing the cardboard cups while keeping the umbrella about his shoulders when he stumbles upon...a shrine? With a lovely shrine maiden-
The flame clicks in his mind first and foremost. The appearance of the young woman is set aside once he takes a guess at the nature of her work here. A sister in the village? But she does not wear the robes nor has he heard of one in his time as of yet.
Her solemn expression gives him pause. It could be spiritual contemplation- but the air about her seemed very heavy for that alone.
He shouldn't speak to her.
And yet wouldn't making a sister smile pay off some of the guilt he ought to have, according to his dear Wynne?]
Could I beg a prayer for better weather of you, Suora bella?