#ghrian

Have a ghosty birb boy holding his good ol’ red dye. The black part is his Watcher form. I just wanted to include that for some reason in the drawing

Made in May in the middle of English class so it’s a bit sloppy. All my classmates were staring at me

(A bit blurry ‘cause I had to snip it and then save it because FUDGING AUTODESK SKETCHBOOK ONLY DOES 72 DPI FOR SOME REASON)

She washed her hair. Once, twice and added the nice conditioning lotion she'd bought. When her seaweed green hair had dried she carefully sorted through her clothing and accessories she owned. Ghrian was always meticulous and careful with clothing. All dark colors, jewelry minimal, hair pulled back into a bun.

"This... Is ridiculous." Ghrian looked herself over in the mirror. Sleeveless undershirt with a matching coat, black pants, boots. Her clothes without the plate armor. It was as close as she was willing to get without obtaining more clothes. The magnitude of black clothing didn't make her look unwilling to celebrate or angry. But color would help her look more celebratory than the jewelry she had put on. More approachable. It was a issue she had considered earlier in the day before going out to obtain a handful of flowers. Several hairpins later bright green flowers were applied to her hair. "Better." She put her hands on her hips, fingers digging a little to far into her back until they brushed against the edges of her hollow back. Ghrian adjusted her jacket and shirt until she was content that her back looked as normal as possible.

After all the trouble Ghrian turned to her door. Anxiety built up in her chest. She'd rather wear her armor. But being able to turn away from people or back into a corner was almost the same. Almost, she promised herself. It was time to be sociable. To talk and interact and....

Ghrian didn't know what. Something that would generate positivity, more chatter. She was quiet by nature. This was an attempt to go out of the comfort zone she'd built around herself. Talking about how the Garlean Emperor invading the inn with Tasaji was easy. Stupid maybe but worth considering. This wasn't any different. Just not discussing inn security or weapons or nodding thoughtfully.

Nobody,

“Head of Security” is my title. It was something new to hear the words. I knew my job and what I did. But to hear them from Mr. Soleil struck me oddly when I met the new security team members.

“Head of Security.”

I do my job. I walk the floors, handle difficult customers. I look, I lurk, I stare down. I rarely crack a smile, keep out of trouble, mostly. I ensure my tasks run smoothly. I do my part in maintaining the inn and rare is the day I’m out of armor. if only because black makes me all the more threatening.

The three words were uttered as casually as if he was asked whether or not the inn had a bakery. Of course, Miss Gealai is Head of Security. Hello, newlings, meet your superior standing as she studies you. 

What an odd feeling to be trusted.To hear someone casually say it. He doesn’t know me personally but if I drew my sword he’d likely trust what i was doing. 

I can pick up body language. I can see what the fingers twitch in that second before they go for a knife. I can see how the mouth thins, shoulders move back, or know it’s Adrian by the sound of their footsteps. I know the small details, Nobody, the important things so that I can glean information in the moment. For years it’s been a good, working method.

But I always fail to see the inner thoughts, the internal workings of those around me. It’s hard to talk- I’ve so little to say- and harder still for me to maintain a conversation. All skills will rust and decay without practice and much of the common social things oft escape me.

But the way those three words were said spoke a lot. Was it just me? Perhaps. I can write for days about what is in the inn. 

But if it is trust then I like that.

My lunch break is over Nobody, so I shall end the entry here.