[Well. This is certainly an improvement over being dead, at any rate. Better than the boneless, formless space she'd been in before. But it is unusual. An unexpected and not entirely pleasant development.
The cat nearby hands her a scroll, and she skims it quickly once, then a second time. Something like bemusement crosses over her young features. While grateful for the reprieve from death, Riful has no intention on serving anyone. That time was lifetimes ago. Her eyes darken, narrow.
To test the validity of what she's just read, she very politely asks the Vine to bloom. It does, and her expression changes from the dark, calculating look to one of childlike wonder as if on cue.]
--My! So it does work. [She sits among the wildflowers, fingers laced beneath her chin, and smiles warmly, fondly, at the Vine, as if it's some sort of interesting pet.] Amazing!
I shouldn't forget my manners, then. My name is Riful, and it is a pleasure to make your...acquaintances. [a beat.] While I am pleased at the invitation, I'm afraid I'll have to decline. [She clasps her hands in front of her, and looks briefly distressed.] I really hate to be rude, but see, I have some unfinished business at home.
riful of the west | claymore
The cat nearby hands her a scroll, and she skims it quickly once, then a second time. Something like bemusement crosses over her young features. While grateful for the reprieve from death, Riful has no intention on serving anyone. That time was lifetimes ago. Her eyes darken, narrow.
To test the validity of what she's just read, she very politely asks the Vine to bloom. It does, and her expression changes from the dark, calculating look to one of childlike wonder as if on cue.]
--My! So it does work. [She sits among the wildflowers, fingers laced beneath her chin, and smiles warmly, fondly, at the Vine, as if it's some sort of interesting pet.] Amazing!
I shouldn't forget my manners, then. My name is Riful, and it is a pleasure to make your...acquaintances. [a beat.] While I am pleased at the invitation, I'm afraid I'll have to decline. [She clasps her hands in front of her, and looks briefly distressed.] I really hate to be rude, but see, I have some unfinished business at home.