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she  shakes  her  head  ,  though  cannot  help  the  smile  that  quirks  at  lips.    ❝    well  ,  i  rather  doubt  that  i’ll  ever  be  as  graceful  as  you.  practice  or  no.    ❞    she  prefers  her  feet  to  be  planted  firmly  on  the  ground  anyways  ,  though  she’ll  never  say  no  to  trying  something  new.  so  she  follows  the  advice  given  ,  tightening  her  core  and  lifting  her  gaze  to  look  at  their  face  rather  than  the  floor.  though  her  eyes  soften  ,  tail  giving  an  affectionate  sway  at  his  words.    ❝    you  always  do.    ❞    taking  a  moment  to  find  her  balance  -  the  best  she  can  ,  anyways  -  she  chances  taking  a  step  forward.  so  far  so  good!

they smile when anwen looks up, knowing she’s looking at his face, though his eyes focus on the bridge of her nose instead — he knows it won’t upset her that he does not seem to meet her eyes completely, but he is still paying attention to them — though he does also note the tail swaying slightly ( it always shows her affectionate nature, and he is grateful for it ) and his smile grows. “ ah, i believe you could be, hm? you’re already graceful in the way you fight, no? it’s just a different skill from that, is all. ” tightening their grip on her forearms, avery takes a step back as she steps forward, matching her pace. “ you’re doing so well already, see ? i must admit that i fell taking my first step. ”

❛please,    it  really  is  alright.❜     her tone is as sweet as the honey colored shawl,    all  but  pushed  into  avery’s  hands.    the wind this high up in eulmore is brittle  &  chilled,    &  lady pumpkin is well aware of how it bites at tender noses  &  cheeks  &  fingertips.     her smile is sympathetic,  but not pitying.     ❛if  it  helps  keep  you  from  shivering,    then  consider  it  a  gift  from  a  friend.❜     she,  herself,  is dressed comfortably,  with a thick sweater keeping her content.    her hand raises to just under jaw,  tipping head to the side as she once again looks them over.       ❛it  isn’t  often  that  someone  arrives,    especially  not  one  who  isn’t  immediately  put  to  work.❜     she hasn’t stray far from her things,  but seeing as she’s spent most of today chasing down children, perhap she deserves a break.      ❛you’ll  forgive  me  if  i’m  a  little  curious,  won’t  you?❜

gesture of her hand,    towards one of the arching doorways that flood the city.     ❛come,    let  us  away.    i  should  hear  you  better  without  so  much  noise.❜    /   @astrcnomia,  sc.

avery can’t help but soften at her tone, though the shawl shoved into their hands surprises them briefly. they feel at the texture subtly before wrapping it around themselves with a slight nod. “ that’s very sweet of you. it is rather chilly here — much more than i am used to. ” 

her curiosity does not bother him — it is to be expected, no? they doubt eulmore sees very many new faces that aren’t those in poverty, willing to sell themselves to another in hopes that they’ll find a warm sanctuary. they doubt there’s many that seem to feel uncomfortable within the city, gaudy and bright and far too noisy as it is, that refuse to eat the far too sickening meol they’ve seen around. so no, they cannot fault her and instead, they follow her willingly.

She’s sitting in the frames of a opened shoji screen, her gaze cast over the gardens belonging to the Kienkan. The cool air night bothers her only very little, lost in thought as she is; ignoring the goosebumps covering every patch of her exposed skin. The past few days exhausted her quite a bit – and although Tsuyu is overjoyed that Gosetsu can finally rest and receive proper care here, she feels… uneasy. Albeit partly ( and obviously ) caused by allegations she doesn’t understand, she can’t deny there’s something about Doma itself that she finds quite difficult to shake off. A premonition, of some sort.

The sudden weight of a blanket ‘pon her shoulder has Tsuyu startle in surprise, whipping around to look up at the Viera that is standing behind her. She hasn’t talked to them directly yet, rather intimidated by the title they carried – the Warrior of Light – plus, they always seem quite busy, as well. Blinking up at them, her hands delicately grasping the edge of the blanket and pulling it tighter around herself.

“ — Thank you,” she finally says quietly; a small, shy smile on her lips. “Do you, um, want to join me? I also have some tea…”

he spends a few minutes watching yots— tsuyu, taking note of how she pulls the blanket around herself, of the kindness in her eyes that usually never dwells anywhere near the woman. they cannot even begin to imagine how she must feel, hearing allegations that she would have no memory of. Avery cannot help but wonder how much of her memory dwells beneath the surface, and if, or when it will return, and yet he cannot turn her away, not now, not when she clearly needs someone by her side — someone who can at the very least try to understand, especially when gosetsu is injured.

     “Memories turn into ghosts when we become obsessed upon them” she speaks from wisdom, the heart that would still ache even if the years passed. Slender hands rest upon the Archon’s lap, warmth embedded in the gentle smile that sprawls across her dollish features. “What once brought us happiness can now become our demise, yet it’s painful to let go” her head tilts. Curiosity etched into her as she gently inquired. 

                                                     “Something troubling you?”

A SOFT SNORT ESCAPES THEM — “ when’s it not ? ” their lips curl up at the corners, but the smile is far from happy, cynical in nature but they can’t help it. still, it isn’t fair to let sayuri deal with the weight of their attitude, instead, they allow themselves to soften, offering a much warmer smile to the archon who is offering to listen.

━━ 💀  @astrcnomia​  (  generated dialogue starters — accepting !!  )

       EXHAUSTION HAS ITS CLAWS SUNK DEEP — as if his very essence were as bone weary as he felt. the pile of open books in front of him marks the passage of time of which he’d been at studying something endlessly. sigh escapes him, lost in his tiredness as a single uttered name (  ‘ophelie’  ) slips out so quietly, unaware of the presence nearby in a moment of weakness. up until he finally hears the signs of life before him — slight jump is sparked, pale eyes meeting the viera’s vicinity where they stand, as surprise overtakes his features.

       ❝   h-how long have you been standing there ?   ❞

A NAME IS HEARD THROUGH TWITCHING EARS — the viera that has been watching cocks an eyebrow, but judging from the anxious reaction bursting forth from the elezen before them, they are better off not touching the topic, despite how curiosity aches to ask the question on the tip of their tongue.