#tression

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Tressa: I heard you guys were talking about it with the others before; I thought they told you.

Tressa: Honestly, looking back, I really shouldn’t have been that hostile towards him. I just... assumed a lot of things about him at first; of course, because he’s a thief.

Tressa: And well, I basically just dealt with thieves myself that time too: pirates who stole from the weak. So of course I was against him being in the party at first.

Tressa: And I thought he would care less about us, as well. That is, until we fought Omar, Mr. Morlock’s guard and retainer.

Tressa: At that time, I remember feeling so angry that someone can say and do such horrible things; Ophilia told me after the fight that I got her really worried, fighting so closely and recklessly.

Tressa: At one point in the fight, Omar made me stumble, and I lost hold of my spear. I really only had time to look up from my fall before I saw his axe right above me.

Tressa: That was... probably the closest I’ve gotten to dying. And I knew it too, since I heard Alfyn yelling towards me, and I saw Sir Olberic out the corner of my eye frantically running at our direction.

Tressa: Only thing I could do was close my eyes and brace for the attack.

Tressa: Then it was a ton of things happening all at once: the sound of someone stumbling, a sharp clang of weapons, and clattering noises. And the last person I thought would be by my side was standing between me and the attacker.

Tressa: At that time, all I could do was stand back up, grab my weapon, and continue fighting. But I wanted to talk to him after the fight.

Tressa: I don’t know what clicked exactly, but it was the night I thanked him that I decided to accept him into the group fully. Of course, I knew it was still hard for me to get along with him and all, but I couldn’t see him as a bad person after that incident.

Primrose: Hey Therion, you’ve been hoarding more apples lately; isn’t it more than you eat on a daily basis?

Therion: So?

Primrose: Mind if I take one? *winks*

Therion: …No.

Primrose: Aw, you’re not just being selfish and hoarding them all for yourself though are you?

Therion: That’s none of your business.

Primrose: Is it for someone else then? Someone you like perhaps?

Therion: If I were to give something to someone I like, it probably would be something nicer than just common food.

Primrose: Oho, so you have thought on the topic.

Therion: No, I—

Primrose: If it’s not me, who is it? Cordelia? Phili? Tressa?

Therion: *ruffled* None of them!!

Primrose: Or maybe you’re the type who’s into guys. Alfyn, maybe?

Therion: *huffs* No, I’m done talking about this. Just take this and go. *tosses an apple to Primrose and leaves*

Tressa: Hey Therion, what’s been going on with you, recently.

Therion: Nothing much. Why do you ask?

Tressa: Well, I heard you’ve been hoarding apples.

Therion: *huffs* And?

Tressa: And I also heard from H’aanit that you were trying to make a pie out of them. So, wanna make apple pie together?

Therion: Do you know how to make it?

Tressa: Yep! I may not look like the type to know baking much, but I do make some pastries and pies sometimes!

Therion: ...

Therion: *snickers* I guess there’s no hurt if you do know. But you better make the pie good or it’s a waste of my supplies.

Tressa: *laughes* Just you wait! I’ll make the best apple pie you’ve ever tried!

Tressa: But I’m also here to help you out, so you can make it on your own time, too! That’s if you want to learn. *smiles*

Tressa: Wait, Therion is that true?!

Therion: Hell no!! You? Cute, of all things?!

Tressa: Did you just call me a thing?!

Therion: Did you just describe yourself?