Blythe simply stared at a woman. Well she has a rather peculiar way of speaking, seemingly in riddles that only she has the answer to... within the inner reaches of her mind. The Konti tilted her head slightly to the side, as though considering Sya's words, and how she should respond. It is rather similar to when one reads the cards, or tea leaves at the bottom of an empty mug... extraordinarily vague, so much so that it truly makes one think about what is said, and all of the things that it could mean. There was a slight pause, whatever could this woman mean? Blythe wondered, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and then back again, hoping to buy herself some time before she replied. "Well, it's nice to meet you Sya," Blythe began, her voice sounding as though she were holding back a bit, as though she were afraid of her words, or whatever was about to come. "And thank you for your help..." Blythe went on before her voice began to trail off. She was not so sure as to how the woman had tried to help her; or if their current conversation was meant to help. For, if anything, it failed to accomplish anything more than the continual scrambling of the woman's mind. All of Blythe's thoughts and feelings swirling together into one, large, chaotic blob. Into something that could no longer be picked apart, distinguished from one another. It made it so very difficult to think. "Everyone makes mistakes," Blythe went on, "you should not expect yourself to be any different." There was a slight pause, "now, if you spoke more plainly, perhaps one would know how to reply to that which is spoken." There was another slight pause, "it is emotions that guide us. They keep us alive..." OOCSorry for the odd wording in this post. |