It was of little surprise to Amelia that the girl really thought of her suspicious, if she had to be honest, she’d probably think of the situation as suspicious herself if put in it in reversed roles. But now, when she was in the lead and was the teacher, if you may call it like so, she chose to think of the girl as paranoid. ”it is pity, you have such a lovely face and don’t know how to use it” Amelia had to admit as she finished up her mug, already beginning to wonder if she wants another one and are there any men that are worth the trouble. ”you know, most of this is all about confidence, if you are all timid and worried about your words and behavior, you have little to no chances” she explained while looking around the tavern a bit carelessly.
Another light chuckle came from the fortuneteller as the girl stated that drinks were all she was aiming for. The way she said it, it felt like the little one only thought of the financial gains a man could give, what was a bit of a shame. She herself, liked to think of a man as someone who could generally bring some sunshine to your life, give you a bit of care and attention, make you feel pretty when you felt down…amongst other things…”remember, confidence is about 80 percent of the job done, if you have that covered, nothing is really too ambitious”
Another lazy look around the tavern, Amelia wanted company, she wanted ale and she wanted some attention. Actually, she wanted more, but let’s stick with this for the time being, so when she spotted two men that were easy enough on the eyes, she had little to no doubt in her head. ”well, we have two seats open, and those two look like they are oh so lonely” Amelia giggled as she kept looking at them, trying to catch and hold the eye contact of at least one of them long enough to ‘drag’ them over.
”got ya” she cheered in her mind as the two, assumingly friends, began whispering with each other while looking back at Amelia and Eada.”remember, confidence” the pale girl reminded as the two men came closer, these weren’t really the types of drunk that barely held on their feet, these looked like they could still be able to dance and maybe even hold a decent conversation.
oocleaving their personas and appearances to your liking