Arisia talked about martial arts, while Nephti held a look of confusion on her face. "What are martial arts?" she wondered out loud, confused even more at the mention of weapons and protection. A weapon, perhaps? But art was paintings and music and all things beautiful like the. And martial... she had no clue what martial meant. Hopefully, Arisia would be able to describe it in a way she would understand.
Then she spoke about the mirroring, which she understood a little more. It didn't sound as much magical and mysterious as she had expected. Most people who spent a long time in each other's company, who became friends, grew similar in interests. That was what happened - as far as she knew anyway. Perhaps it would be quicker, with a bond. Or stronger or a lot more... just more.
It only made her want to learn more about Arisia, so she could know what she would become, in a way.
She listened intently to Arisia. She spoke of a mother - in two languages - and Nephti assumed the first slip up was the word the Vantha used. After all, she always called her mother muna when she thought of her. As for out loud, she couldn't remember speaking to anyone about her own mother.
The story she was told left so many gaps. She lived with her mother, left, then lived with a fortune teller. Then she became restless (Nephti assumed that this meant she wanted to move and do things) and left Syliras to come to Alvadas. But surely more had to have happened in her life. After all, Nephti was younger than her, and so much had happened.
Then she remembered the strange ageing of the Kelvics, and realised that this woman could in fact be very young, in her eyes. "How old are you?" she asked, giggling slightly at the confusion she had had, "Young? Your life is so... ordinary?" Not that it was a bad thing. It just showed how little she had really lived.
"What is Syliras like?" she then continued, curious about the city of knights. She had heard quite a bit about it, but still didn't know anything about it. And, she didn't want to talk about her past quite yet. Let her instead get lost in Arisia's world.
Then she spoke about the mirroring, which she understood a little more. It didn't sound as much magical and mysterious as she had expected. Most people who spent a long time in each other's company, who became friends, grew similar in interests. That was what happened - as far as she knew anyway. Perhaps it would be quicker, with a bond. Or stronger or a lot more... just more.
It only made her want to learn more about Arisia, so she could know what she would become, in a way.
She listened intently to Arisia. She spoke of a mother - in two languages - and Nephti assumed the first slip up was the word the Vantha used. After all, she always called her mother muna when she thought of her. As for out loud, she couldn't remember speaking to anyone about her own mother.
The story she was told left so many gaps. She lived with her mother, left, then lived with a fortune teller. Then she became restless (Nephti assumed that this meant she wanted to move and do things) and left Syliras to come to Alvadas. But surely more had to have happened in her life. After all, Nephti was younger than her, and so much had happened.
Then she remembered the strange ageing of the Kelvics, and realised that this woman could in fact be very young, in her eyes. "How old are you?" she asked, giggling slightly at the confusion she had had, "Young? Your life is so... ordinary?" Not that it was a bad thing. It just showed how little she had really lived.
"What is Syliras like?" she then continued, curious about the city of knights. She had heard quite a bit about it, but still didn't know anything about it. And, she didn't want to talk about her past quite yet. Let her instead get lost in Arisia's world.
