Date
"speech"
"others"
"speech"
"others"
Their conversation drifted pleasantly through the quiet air of the Seer's room. Ennisa chuckled as Dev'Ania called herself the city's crazy person, as the comparison seemed blatantly untrue. It was... nice chatting to the fortune-teller. The Konti woman was easy to talk to, and appeared to be friendly. She was a fascinating person too, a person who embodied the sense of the other. However, Ennisa did begin to wonder, as she often did, about what kind of information she could glean from her, given the time. As a fortune-teller, Dev'Ania must have heard many kinds of clandestine secrets, and must have seen all kinds of people. Who else other than her had come through the doors of the Nine Lives?
She thought deeply on what the other woman had said. Her initial reaction, expressed with a slight shake of her head, was of rejection. No, she thought, he wasn't the most important person in my life. What a silly notion! But as Dev'Ania elucidated, as she mentioned her own parents who were both dead, she began to cautiously nudge the statement to test its credibility. As she thought on it, she found that what Dev'Ania had said resonated with her more than she would have initially realised. This puzzled her, and it made her feel strangely melancholic.
Ennisa considered her words carefully before she spoke. "When I was younger, my brother and I spent a lot of time together. We spent every waking moment playing all across Lhavit, from Sharai to Sartu. Sometimes we argued. Sometimes we banded together - us against the world. He was my closest friend. But, like you say, over time we drifted apart. I think it was because we both got older, and our personalities didn't match as closely as they used to."
She inclined her head briefly, by way of a thank you. "You're right, though. I should make contact with him again. It is stupid to withhold, especially over nothing." She smiled, unconsciously imitating Dev'Ania's own welcoming expression. "Thank you. That reading was very insightful. It has been fascinating to talk to you, Dev'Ania."
Ennisa sensed that the Seer was probably looking for her to leave, now that the fortune-telling session had ended. She picked up her bag from the floor where she had left it, and stood up with a small stretch. She slung the bag onto her back, yet she didn't leave just yet. A thought had struck her. It seemed odd to leave on such a note, and Ennisa had been enjoying the Konti's company. "Hey, Dev'Ania? Are you going to the Moon Festival with anyone later? I think me and a friend will be going. We could meet up, if you fancied it?" She made her offer with a friendly, non-confrontational tone. If Dev'Ania wanted to take her up on it, that would be lovely. Ennisa liked meeting new people, most of the time. If she wasn't free, or was not available, Ennisa wouldn't hold it against her.
WC : 498
She thought deeply on what the other woman had said. Her initial reaction, expressed with a slight shake of her head, was of rejection. No, she thought, he wasn't the most important person in my life. What a silly notion! But as Dev'Ania elucidated, as she mentioned her own parents who were both dead, she began to cautiously nudge the statement to test its credibility. As she thought on it, she found that what Dev'Ania had said resonated with her more than she would have initially realised. This puzzled her, and it made her feel strangely melancholic.
Ennisa considered her words carefully before she spoke. "When I was younger, my brother and I spent a lot of time together. We spent every waking moment playing all across Lhavit, from Sharai to Sartu. Sometimes we argued. Sometimes we banded together - us against the world. He was my closest friend. But, like you say, over time we drifted apart. I think it was because we both got older, and our personalities didn't match as closely as they used to."
She inclined her head briefly, by way of a thank you. "You're right, though. I should make contact with him again. It is stupid to withhold, especially over nothing." She smiled, unconsciously imitating Dev'Ania's own welcoming expression. "Thank you. That reading was very insightful. It has been fascinating to talk to you, Dev'Ania."
Ennisa sensed that the Seer was probably looking for her to leave, now that the fortune-telling session had ended. She picked up her bag from the floor where she had left it, and stood up with a small stretch. She slung the bag onto her back, yet she didn't leave just yet. A thought had struck her. It seemed odd to leave on such a note, and Ennisa had been enjoying the Konti's company. "Hey, Dev'Ania? Are you going to the Moon Festival with anyone later? I think me and a friend will be going. We could meet up, if you fancied it?" She made her offer with a friendly, non-confrontational tone. If Dev'Ania wanted to take her up on it, that would be lovely. Ennisa liked meeting new people, most of the time. If she wasn't free, or was not available, Ennisa wouldn't hold it against her.
WC : 498
