2017-09-08: Burdens and Beliefs
- Log: 2017-09-08: Burdens and Beliefs
- Cast: Cecilia Adlehyde, Seraph Ragnell
- Where: November City - Adventurer's Guildhall
- Date: 2017-09-08
- Summary: Cecilia and Ragnell have a discussion about Cecilia's mission and how she feels about it. Also, Ragnell is nice for once?? Strange but true!
============<* November City - Adventurer's Guildhall *>============
The Adventurer's Guildhall in November City is a newer construction, built on the bottom floor of one of November's skyscrapers. The lobby has glass windows looking out into the busy city, and sees a lot of foot traffic. The lobby is also not decorated the way adventurers may be used to; it looks more like a 1920's bar, with staff wearing collared shirts, red ties, and black vests throughout. It has a rougher atmosphere, too.
For one, the bar is serving more drinks than usual. An enterprising ex-Drifter has even set up a few poker tables, which the Guild operates for a profit for those so-inclined. Still, one can see things that are familiar, including the ever present board for job postings.
The upstairs holds offices and rooms that can be rented out by an enterprising Drifter, in need of some discrete meeting space. The man at the counter is happy rent them for a few gella.
BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ0Idh3dz3g
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
What's Cecilia Adlehyde doing? What an obvious question!
SHE'S EATING
Specifically, perusing the posted bulletins on one end of the bar-like Guildhall, with a half-eaten onigiri in hand that she....pre.../sumably/ got somewhere else? where does she get these things. apparently filgaia has rice now??
She is standing far enough back to take in the whole board, even as she tosses the rest of her rice ball into her mouth, and, then produces another one from a big brown bag.
This may not be quite to tone with the surroundings, but her intensity is hard to doubt as she examines the postings, as though looking for something highly specific.
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
Being new to the Badlands, and November City being a large city indeed, there's only one thing for Ragnell to do while she's within the city bounds: explore it. There's lots of areas she'd like to check out, but today brings her to the Adventurer's Guildhall, which strikes her as a place she'll probably see a lot of in the coming days. She's not wrong, either; there's a bar and a mini-casino and a board full of lots of job postings, in front of which stands... huh. Haven't seen her in a while.
Ragnell strolls up next to the board to stand by Cecilia's side (specifically, the side she's holding the bag on) as if she were a Totally Normal Drifter, which she is not for a variety of reasons. Cecilia tosses a rice ball in her mouth and goes for another. In the moment that the bag is open, Ragnell snakes a hand over and attempts to steal one of those onigiri for herself. Success or failure, she'll give Cecilia a cheeky grin, presumably having her attention now.
"Long time no see, Princess," she drawls, voice just below the bustle of the bar to avoid being overheard. "How's it hangin'?"
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
THERE'S SO MANY THINGS THEY'LL PUT IN HUGE BROWN BAGS IN THIS TOWN
Cecilia initially dismisses the presence of another Drifter, though her senses tingle at...something? And then, a hand invades her MOST SACRED PLACE. the other one shut up "Oh!" she starts, jerking aside. Her reflexes suck and stealing from her is easy. She looks over to a space she will entirely forget may appear vacant to other people and chimes, "Ragnell," with something like a smile. "We haven't seen each other since Lucia awoke, have we? I'm glad you've made it here, it's been so terribly dangerous..."
Ah. Hanging...? "I've been alright," she surmises. "It seems there's a lot for all of us to do. So we're trying to take it step by step."
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
Theft: success. Ragnell doesn't question how or why Filgaia, and in particular the Gunsmoke Desert region, has rice. She just savors a big ol' bite of rice and seaweed, tongue flicking out to snatch up a grain.
"Yup, that sounds 'bout right," she replies, raising her be-riceball'd hand to her hat in something like a salute of greeting. She half-smiles back at Cecilia, and chuckles at her well-wishes. "The danger's what makes it fun."
A lot for everyone to do. Ragnell nods slowly at that, taking another bite of the rice ball. She swallows and replies, "I hear ya. I assume the Guardians asked you for help." Of all people, Cecilia's the one they SHOULD ask, all considered. "You get yourself a stone medium thing too, or is your contract or whatever with Schturdark enough?"
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
Cecilia grimaces a little. "I didn't expect to be upset to /not/ be the only one trying to save the world," she admits, with a low sound, and nibbles at her own current riceball.
Swallows. She nods to Ragnell, finally. "They did more than ask. They had me affirm my oaths, they told me of the Teardrop and the Statues...tried to transport my entire group to the Photosphere..."
oh is /that/ why all Alhazred's alarms started going off at once
She turns to Ragnell with a somewhat more wry look than one might expect. "So yes. You could say they have some expectations of me. I didn't get a stone medium, no." ... "Rather, I was given three. It seems the women of Adlehyde have even more connection to the Guardians than I ever thought."
She slows, seeming to consider something much further away than rice and sand; voice growing distant. "And ever since...I hadn't noticed it until I met Schturdark beneath Curan Abbey, but I realized how long I'd been hearing it once it left me with the Teardrop. And now I can hear it again," she murmurs. She refocuses; smiling distantly. "The voice of the world."
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
Ragnell raises an eyebrow at Cecilia, eyes narrowing slightly. A brief pause; then she asks neutrally, "Why's it upset you that you're not alone in tryin' ta save the world?"
What follows next, though, gets a low whistle of appreciate. "So no pressure, right? Not like the Guardians are pinnin' all their hopes on ya," she remarks dryly. "Still, that's impressive. What *is* up with the Teardrop, anyway? Is it just a conduit for their power or what?"
/Three/ stone Mediums. "Well, damn," she says with a wry chuckle. "Aren't *you* popular." Especially so with how, apparently, she's regained her connection to ... the voice of the world. Ragnell takes another bite of her onigiri and chews slowly and thoughtfully; then she half-smiles and claps Cecilia on the shoulder. "Good for you," she says, mouth full like a barbarian. "Didja miss it?"
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
Gosh she sure does drop a lot of beans on this lady easily, doesn't she. Ragnell is a surprisingly uncomplicated presence for Cecilia. Odd, considering the first time she saw the Seraph, but...
She did save her father, after all, in some small way. She sighs a little, shrugging. "Schturdark contacted me long before Adlehyde attacked," she murmurs. "Sending out such a wide call now, after what happened there..." She looks at her rice ball like it had meaning. "...well. It's not like they were shy about telling me I'm not good enough," she mutters, a little more sharply.
She almost shoves the rice ball directly into her face but Ragnell offers her some other thoughts. "The Teardrop is...life," she says. "The heart of Filgaia, in a way. It's probably why all those secret doors used to open for it. And why the Demons can use it for Mother's ressurection."
The clap across her shoulder gets her to stumble forward because she is made of noodles. "I barely knew I had it for so long," she murmurs. "But...
She seems to space out.
....no she actually just /does/ space out.
....it's more than long enough for it to get uncomfortable before Cecilia sucks in a new breath and murmurs, "I feel like I understand better, now," with a new kind of calm. Not entirely answering the question, but perhaps the point is made.
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
It probably (maybe?) helps that Ragnell is a straightforward person. She says what she thinks, and while she can hold her tongue, she's also not one to mince words. Also she doesn't play games; she just up and asks questions, and it's Cecilia's decision to answer or tell her to fuck off. And, well, yeah, there's the whole saving-her-dad's-life thing, although it was less saving his life and more buying him enough time so that she could give him a proper farewell. Either way.
"*Ah*. I get what you're sayin', then," Ragnell says, nodding a couple times. Not good enough, huh. "Just means you gotta get stronger. I get why hearin' that stings, but there's no point in bein' bitter about it." She pauses to consider this; then she adds, "Or, if you're gonna be bitter about it, at least let that bitterness drive you forward instead a' holdin' you back." She chuckles wryly, reaching up to tip the brim of her hat down over her eyes. "Goddess knows that's been the fuel that kept *me* goin'."
The Teardrop is life. Ragnell lifts her head to regard Cecilia with a frown and furrowed eyebrows. She finishes off her rice ball, considering that. "That's... way bigger than I thought," she says. "But I can't say I'm surprised, neither. That feels right for the scale o' fuss surroundin' the thing, instead o' just, 'oh, it lets you talk to the Guardians.' Which is no small thing, mind you, but how was talkin' to the Guardians supposed to let the Metal Demons resurrect their Mother? Didn't make sense. This..." She trails off, then shakes her head and lets the thought end there.
Cecilia stumbles, and Ragnell laughs partly because she's a jerk and partly because she hadn't meant to knock her over and knocking her over anyway is funny. ...so it is in fact entirely because she's a jerk. Cecilia gets her back by spacing out in mid-sentence, leaving Ragnell to stand there, peer into her face, and wave a hand in front of her before she finally finishes her thought. "Uh huh," she replies, standing up straight. "Did they grab a chunk o' your brain at the same time? You were starin' into space an awful long time there." She pauses. "Congrats, though. Somethin' like that sounds to me like you've already gotten stronger in some way. Not that you can rest on your laurels. You've still got a lot a' tough enemies ahead."
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
Cecilia grimaces, but she nods just the same. Ragnell's right, and it's clear in every facet. She is, simply, not strong enough. The way Lucia dismissed her belief in protecting the people of Adlehyde with her actions still burns, but the point still rings true. If she is to walk this path - and here she is, having made her choice long ago - she cannot remain as she is. "I can't afford bitterness," Cecilia says, though she suspects that that demon is already in her. "Filgaia is already sick. The Guardians reflect and are reflected by every heart..." She doesn't want to sicken the world even further with her own weakness.
She nods, to Ragnell's rather stunned assessment of the Teardrop's power. "I'm not sure I would've believed it if Father or Master Anje or Sister Mary had told me, if they even knew. They certainly knew it was more than a mere heirloom of mother, but...." It's hard to imagine that the royal jewel of Adlehyde was nothing less than the soul of the world. She releases yet another low sigh. "The Adlehyde family has always had powerful ties to the Guardians," she murmurs, partway to herself.
As to the rest...she chuckles. "I can hear them," she specifies. She looks off again, like she were spacing out again, but her lips come together with more focus this time. "The sorrow of the sky and sea....the anger of the earth and the wind..."
She looks back to Ragnell, and her shoulders square, her position firming as she tries to root herself to the world. "I hear the Mediums, too. Voices, calling out for the Shaman in the wasteland. There is a lot for me to do." Then she shifts just a bit, curiosity entering her pose. "Do you hear things like that, Seraph? How you are and are not like the Guardians is curious to me..."
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
The Teardrop as the soul of the planet. Yes, it's true. Ragnell knew it had to be more than what the King and the Metal Demons were saying, but... she'd never imagined it was something on *that* scale. Not to diminish its importance, though, but she sets it aside to focus on Cecilia's face--her body language--when Ragnell calls her out on her lack of strength. Yes, it looks like she knows it, too. "Mmm... I respect your resolve, at least," she replies, which may or may not be encouraging. "It looks like you know what you need to do. It's just a matter o' doin' it."
The Guardians reflect and are reflected by every heart... huh. Ragnell raises her eyes to the ceiling as she turns, leaning her back on the job board. It's not quite like the Seraphim, but... they Seraphim are certainly easy affected and influenced by the negativity of hearts. Then could they be influenced in the opposite way...? ... ...No, it can't be. Someone is certain to have already thought of something that obvious millennia ago. "I seem t' recall a time when you thought we Seraphim were delusional," she remarks. "Sure seems like a long time ago, eh?"
She looks back over at Cecilia, listening to her answer, meeting her eyes when she looks back at her. By way of answer, Ragnell slips a hand into her poncho and flips out a stone Medium for Rigdobrite. "I hear lots o' things, Princess," she says dryly, flipping the thing between her fingers. "An' I quite agree. I'm not sure exactly how we're alike an' how we're different, but..." She tosses the Medium up, then catches it easily so it's flipped around to look at the symbol of Rigdobrite. "...We're connected in some way. I'm sure of it," she murmurs, frowning at the Medium.
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
Her resolve. Cecilia draws in a long breath, reflecting on...something, in her heart. Everything, maybe. But she chuckles at Ragell's quip, relaxing a bit with a less troubled huff of air. "The first time I met Seraph Edna I called her a con," she says. "She took it better than she had any right to, really. That was so long ago now...I feel like a different person." Her hand rises up; presses against the black undershirt that should have the Teardrop under it. "I guess I am, in a way. That's....good," she decides.
The presence of a Star medium gets Cecilia to lean in, surprised. She considers it for a moment, and then at the uncharacteristically troubled look on Ragnell's face. (ok so maybe she doesn't hear ALL the Mediums...) "As always," she says, with a bit lighter tone, "we keep finding mystery after mystery. The answer doesn't seem to be changing, either."
She half-turns, to look at the posting board. "We find what we need out in the sand."
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
"Just make sure," Ragnell adds, of Cecilia's resolve, "that you don't lose sight or grip of it."
She snorts, though, when Cecilia talks of having called Edna a con. "Edna's not easy to annoy. I expect she rolled her eyes and dismissed you as another ignorant human," she replies, amused. "I heard 'bout you first from her too, at that. Back then, you were unusual 'cuz you could see us, but that was only a couple months after we all ended up here on the Blue Star. Now..." Ragnell shakes her head. "Feels like bein' able to see us, by itself, isn't that special anymore."
That's good, Cecilia decides, that she's a different person, that she feels like a different person. Ragnell nods. "One o' th' good things about you humans is your adaptability," she remarks. "You can change an' grow an' keep strugglin' onwards even after you've been through hell. 'Course, y'all can change for the worse just as easily as you can change for the better, so it's a double-edged blade. If you think the change you've gone through has made you a better person, though, then the things you've been through have been worth it. They helped shape you into who you are now, after all."
Whether Cecilia agrees or not is another matter, of course--but she'd have a right to disagree, all considered. She chuckles. "Mysteries are what make life fun," she replies, popping the Medium back into her poncho. "Havin' somethin' to chase after--havin' a goal to strive for--that's what keeps me goin' even when the night is dark." 'We find what we need out in the sand,' Cecilia says. Ragnell nods, stepping away from the board to half-turn with her.
"What about you, Princess?" she continues. "When you're out there in the desert, siftin' sand through your fingers tryin' to find those answers, what keeps *you* goin'?"
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
Her thoughts turn inward again - Cecilia can at time be a difficult woman to pin down, her thoughts wandering afield from the conversation; or perhaps into the arms of the Guardians, the voice of the world drowning out mortal voices.
For the moment she's mostly just thinking, though. SHe nods, to Ragnell's caution. "We've lost much," she murmurs. ANd there is much that still plagues her about what has happened. Still; the die was cast long ago, and her hand held the dice. She is not, quite, so open with Ragnell that she'd mention more private frustrations on that vein. Instead her hand comes down again, clasping behind her quietly. What keeps her going...
Selfish. All of it, selfish.
She quietly shakes the thought away. "Gosh, do I have to pick one?" she asks back, with a joyless laugh. "....people are depending on me. My people in Adlehyde, the Drifters who are accompanying me on my journey..." She thinks to Riesenlied and Noeline, and the exhaustion she saw in both. "People who find themselves in a fight they never asked for." She shakes her head. "...in Adlehyde, we are taught that the royalty should never place their comfort before the lives of the citizens. As the Princess, it is my responsibility to ensure my people are happy. As the Shaman, it is my responsibility to see Filgaia protected, and her Guardians restored."
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
It's fine if Cecilia can't be quite /that/ open with Ragnell. Ragnell has been fairly supportive with Cecilia, but she's also not known for her sympathy--not to humans, at least. If nothing else, she's been easier than usual on Cecilia, but she also straight-up told her earlier that she needs to get stronger, which is as good as calling her weak. But Cecilia answers her question--and speaks of nothing that drives *her*, only of responsibility and of others who will be let down if she doesn't do what she must.
"I'm not talkin' about your duties, Princess," she says, one eyebrow raised. "Well, I get why you'd think I was. Me--I'm not a dutiful person. Never have been. I'm flighty, erratic, shifty, an' a giant asshole. I know people don't like me an' I don't care. But I still follow the path I believe in. I do what I believe is right, even if others don't agree. An' in doin' that, I find personal satisfaction. I do what I do because I *want* to do it. Not 'cuz o' responsibility. Not 'cuz anyone's expectin' it of me. Because it's who I am."
A beat. Ragnell meets Cecilia's eyes. "Who are *you*? That responsibility you talk about, the people who're dependin' on--is that you? Is that what you love? Is that what you are?" Another pause. "If it is, I won't say anythin' further. I've known humans like that, too. But... somehow, I get the sense that you see that as a burden, not a motivation." She tilts her head. "Am I wrong?"
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
Handily, Ragnell immediately identifies what Cecilia was holding back anyway, to judge from the way her eyes immediately cut away.
She remembers the vision of the throne room. How obvious; the first time someone wants to know what she really thinks, and it's to call her out. Her lips turn down.
"I do want to protect the people of Adlehyde. I do want to get the Teardrop back. I do want to save the world from the Metal Demons," she says. "...but 'Cecilia' doesn't get to vote." Her eyes slant up to Ragnell. "My choices have all been made for me."
Her hand comes up again, fingertips curling against her collar. "'Who am I?' is a question I don't know the answer to," she murmurs.
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
In truth, although Ragnell had called her out, she hadn't been completely sure her read of her was right. But she remembered that bitter comment from earlier, heard the joylessness in her laugh, and it was hard for her to believe that she could really be accepting all of these things without any reservations. Even now, Ragnell sees Cecilia shoot her eyes away, sees her frown and admit that Ragnell had indeed seen through her. Ragnell purses her lips, eyelids rising, and listens in silence.
A moment passes. Then:
"Cecilia."
Not 'Princess,' as Ragnell commonly calls her--a title she has never truly used with respect, as Cecilia may have realized on some level. But now, she addresses her by name with a perhaps surprising amount of compassion. It might be dismissed as one's imagination, except she continues:
"That really sucks, an' I'm sorry."
Ragnell steps forward then. If Cecilia lets her, she'll swing an arm around her shoulders in a half-hug--though only if Cecilia lets her, and if she tenses up or otherwise indicates the touch is unwelcome, Ragnell will pull away again. "I've always lived doin' what I do because that was the decision I made for myself. If I had to live like you, where everything I do was a decision forced on me... I'd scream, an' I'd never stop screamin'." Her gaze is momentarily distant; then it hardens, and she shakes her head. If Cecilia let her stay close, she'll move her hand up to pat her on the head.
"...There's nothin' I can do to help you with that. Even if I could, I wouldn't. That's the hand *you've* been dealt, and *you're* the one who has to play through it. But... let me think." She pauses, considering her words. Then she says slowly, "You say 'Cecilia' never got a vote. But you also say that those things are what you wanted to do anyway. So why not own it? There's no reason you can't find somethin' for yourself an' *just* yourself on the way, too. You're on a journey to save the damn world, Cec'. Even if you haven't found it yet, you're allowed to have somethin' that's yours because you wanted and chose it for yourself. An' if someone says otherwise, fuck 'em. You're a person, not a machine. Everyone needs a reason that keeps them movin' forward."
A lingering silence. Then, regardless of how close Ragnell ended up to Cecilia, she chuckles, turns away a few steps, and shrugs. "Or I might be full a' shit, I dunno. I don't know you *or* your life, only the piecemeal bits I've gotten t' peek in on, so you can tell me to fuck off if you want."
Hell, maybe getting to tell someone to fuck off is exactly what Cecilia needs.
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
Anything Cecilia may be contemplating in her heart ends when Ragnell calls her by name. She looks up like she'd heard a gunshot; a sound that catches her full attention instantly.
Maybe that says everything on its own. The sudden half-hug receives only a heartbeat's stiffness before Cecilia quietly accepts it, her hands tensing not so much from resistance as, quite the opposite, a sense of tension at her concerns being spoken to so clearly.
Well, it's not like anyone else can see it.
She doesn't really respond much while Ragnell encourages her - in that blunt way of hers, but still, it's...maybe the most directly she's ever been addressed. Bart /thinks/ he talks to Cecilia this way, maybe...
And so her shoulders slump a little as Ragnell walks away, not with depression so much as, releasing some of her tension. "Do you know what it's like in royal life? I'd imagine you don't, from your manner." She means nothing by it other than observation of fact: That's not the way someone who goes to palaces very often talks. "It's...meetings with men who can glare and smile at the same time. It's joyless meals. Use the right fork. Eat at the right pace. Remain quiet so the people who actually matter can talk." Something passes through her shoulders, a sudden memory. "Sit there and let them insult you."
She doesn't really look at Ragnell yet, staring up at the board. "Out here...I eat whenever I want, and talk whenever I want, and I never have to let someone look me in the eye and call me a fool ever again."
She looks back. "I chose this." ... "I /choose/, this."
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
If it doesn't say everything, it at least says quite a lot. The Princess who both loves and resents her charges, who embraces the duties she had no choice but to accept. Is being called simply by her name so rare a thing? It makes Ragnell glad she didn't try the 'you're not alone, you have friends' tact. If her friends just call her Princess--well, *they* probably meant it as a term of respect. But Cecilia apparently never liked it anyway, if that shocked reaction is any indication. When she then speaks on what it's like to be royalty. Does *she* know what it's like?
"Nope," is Ragnell's immediate response. It's both casual and matter-of-fact, and she takes Cecilia's observation exactly as it's meant: simply as an observation. Ragnell has walked into palaces and watched nobles and royalty, but that's not the same as living their lives--as watching them day in and day out. It's always only ever been a novelty to her, for her to discard once she bores of it. And what Cecilia describes? "That sounds like the seventh layer o' hell t' me."
Out here, she has freedom--the freedom that Ragnell has always enjoyed. The freedom that Ragnell lives to the fullest, regardless of what others thing of her. She smiles when Cecilia says she chose this, and it growns into a grin. "Y'know, that explains a lot about you, Cec'," she says, turning to face her as she rests her hands on her hips. "So you hate bein' a princess, huh? Goddess, I would too. Fuck that shit."
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
Cecilia can't entirely suppress a smile at Ragnell's summation. "Hate it...Perhaps I did, at that. Father could barely believe it when I asked to go about my business during the festival. After the King of Lacour was kidnapped, I had to sneak out if I left at all. The people of Adlehyde loved their princess, but nobody said a word when my caravan arrived." She smiles, sadly. "They'd never know me without a formation of knights to mark me. And the Guardians didn't choose me for...skill, or talent, or anything else. My line holds the Teardrop, so I am their Shaman." ...
Her hands come to her side and her breathd raws in again. "But perhaps it works out. I can't save the world from a throne, and I don't want to stand by while the world turns to dust. I can only be here because of who I have been made to be, and here is where I wish to be."
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Ragnell has posed.
Ragnell nods and listens as Cecilia explains her relationship with her status as royalty, with her people, with the Guardians, as she accepts that and makes it clear that she'll save the world from the place where she wishes to be. She smiles, letting her hands drop so she can hook her thumbs in her jeans pockets.
"Good," she says. "Sounds like you got things in hand, mentally--or at least you got a start on it." She pauses. "One last thing, though... I get the sense like you've been holdin' this back. You got a real different tone an' bearin' to you from when we started this conversation. I dunno who else you got to confide in, but..." Her smile fades into something more serious. "If your friends aren't steppin' up and supportin' you, my advice is: tell 'em. Tell 'em what you just told me. You'll probably feel a lot more relieved if you can rely on 'em for real, and the stronger your heart is, the better your chances o' savin' this world. But that all starts with layin' the cards on the table. Your friends can't read your mind, Cec', so if they're treatin' you like the Princess and not Cecilia, you gotta tell 'em to cut that shit out. And if they refuse to? Well... then you know who you don't need in your life anymore."
She turns towards the bar then and claps Cecilia on the shoulder. "But enough about that. The rest is on you. For now, how about we hit the bar, get a few drinks? I'm parched as the Gunsmoke Desert after all that mushy shit!" She grins at Cecilia. "Maybe next time, I'll indulge ya in a story or three. Now that's the kinda gabbin' I could do for hours!"
<Pose Tracker> Cecilia Adlehyde has posed.
It's definitely more like a start - Cecilia answered some of her own questions tonight, and like all humans is susceptible to falling prey to anxieties she should have put to rest. Still.
She looks more comfortable, in some quiet way. She idly rolls her bag down. ...there's way more still in there than you'd think. She wasn't kidding about eating whenever she wants. "I've told some of them. You know, I spoke a little aobut this with Princess Alisha? I feel like she thought I was the alien." She chuckles.
Ragnell's right that, with this veil lifted, Cecilia is palpably more emotive, and she brightens when drinks are...well, that wasn't an offer, per se. "That sounds nice!" she decides, spinning with Ragnell's own turn.