Qist pulled her legs beneath her. True, she was happy to see him. She had grown rather fond of the man since the two met. He was a joy to be around, genuinely. And though the redhead wouldn’t rush to call him her friend, she still enjoyed his company. “Well who else am I going to drop out of trees?” She gave a sleepy chuckle, letting the drowsiness show clearly. She looked up at him with a smirk that had a glint of mischievousness inside it. “And even if I did have someone else, clearly they wouldn’t be as useful.” She eyed her hand, wincing as she did so. It looked bad. For a moment, Qi thought it would burst open and ooze pus; it was that grotesque. Her limp hand twitched. That’s alright…if I looked that gross, I’d be twitching in pain too. But- Not a single word. If she hated the pest inside her head before, she loathed it now. Their ‘relationship’ had gone from bad to worse and back again, but this time was different; it had most definitely caused this whole injury ordeal. Definitely.
“I wouldn’t’ve guessed,” Her attention, along with her alertness, drifted back into the here-and-now. “I thought you constantly got lost for a living.” Though meant as a joke, Qist found some truth behind her words. She knew that, at least for her, her life had consisted of her constantly getting lost. Not necessarily in body, but surely in mind. Switching allegiances between her parents, the abandonement of her first love, losing her best—no, all—friends: It had all caused chaos to her life, like spilling a drink onto an ink map. She had no idea where she was or where to go.
“Noisy? Why,” She puffed her chest out, turning her nose up and away from him as she pouted. “I’m starting to think you don’t appreciate what I do around here.” The tone she mimicked was on she had heard many a time; it was often the tone her mother used when talking to…well, anyone who’d listen. She would nag endlessly about how nobody understood how hard it was to be a merchant’s wife, and how being a mother of a rambunctious redhead was so challenging and so on and so forth. In fact, the amount of nagging that woman did was surely directly related to the fact that now, even as a young woman, Qist could perfectly pester the ears off of anyone. “No one understands just how hard it is…cutting men from traps, punching trees,” Cue the mock sob… “falling asleep on rocks.” She smiled, peering over at Orion as the pair stood. “Really, you should try being a midget for a day.” The sight of Chandy being her height caused an uncontrollable giggle. As it stands, he was already something like a foot and a half taller than her, and shrinking such a large amount was, well…it was amusing for the redhead to picture.
“Wait, before you do,” She had yet to set aside her weapons, and, after hearing the phrase “hurt a ton”, the Inarta was fairly certain it would be for the best to do so now. Manuevering with one hand, however, was quite the task. It took a few good chimes before she returned weaponless to the physician. “Better safe than sorry, hmm?”
“I’m sure I do, but it wouldn’t want to scar your innocent little ears.” Tossing back a playful wink of her own, Qi briefly laughed once more. This wasn’t so much because she found anything funny, but more so because she always got a case of the giggles whenever she was remotely tired. Suddenly, any and everything became hysterical, and it stayed that way for bells and bells. She might’ve had the gift of no nightmares, but she certainly made up for that with this curse.
Her foggy eyes skittered about, eventually leading to a raise of her head. “Here in the forest?” She raised her eyebrows, returning her gaze back to the man in front of her. “You may be no prude, but I’d like to think I’m a bit more classy than that.” Yet another snicker. Qi internally rolled her eyes in self-hatred. She hated seeming so childish and girly, but she learned long ago not to mess with the giggles: the more you try and stop them, the worse they get.
She quickly poked Orion’s shoulder while easing her injured hand free. The redhead scaled the side of the rock fairly quickly—which was a feat considering it seemed like the size of a mountain to her—and stood at the bottom. Raising her hand, she offered it back to the doctor. Whatever he was going to do with it, she’d rather it be done quickly. “Let’s dance.” She pierced her eyes shut, bracing for the worst.
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by Qist Tiere on September 14th, 2012, 4:46 am 
