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07-15-2016, 03:49 PM
Zyanya
The earlier assumptions made about him living far south were confirmed, and Zya smiles happily to herself. A fellow comrade new to Helovia, though Seanan did not seem so lost in this world. Instead, Zyanya got the impression he was comfortable in his own skin, despite the awkward proportions of his body. There were days still she felt like an impostor, but hopefully they would become fewer and farther between, before disappearing entirely.
His head lifts at her question, and the briefest flicker of concern? Concern, or something similar, flashes across his face. She is not sure. Hoping not to have disturbed him, Zya keeps a calm smile plastered across her face. A smile is often the easiest way to solve disagreements, at least back home.
His explanations are guesses, much like her own, but she nods lightly as he speaks, thinking them over properly. Knowing that she did not have family here, it seemed odd that immigrants would. Yet, what did she know of their lives? Chance, the other option he provides, leaves a dissatisfied taste in her mouth as she mulls it over. Lavender eyes grow distant, thinking carefully when she is asked the same question. If Seanan did not know, how could she? A wallflower, with no real life experiences, would have no idea why people were drawn here. She stumbled into the Threshold, so maybe chance really was the reason.
Though, what are the chances of hundreds finding their way here on accident?
"Hmm," she hums aloud, looking at him with a sidelong glance. "I am not sure. I feel there is something special about this place," her voice is quiet, uncertain, checking to see how it fared with her company. "Like something draws us here, without us even knowing." Then, a laugh, quite self-deprecating, falls from delicate lips as her eyes fall to the ground. The heat from the sun mirrors the sudden warmth on her cheeks, and she attempts to focus on the flowers below.
"That sounds silly, though," her voice murmurs, still audible but weak. "Like a child's musings."
""
His head lifts at her question, and the briefest flicker of concern? Concern, or something similar, flashes across his face. She is not sure. Hoping not to have disturbed him, Zya keeps a calm smile plastered across her face. A smile is often the easiest way to solve disagreements, at least back home.
His explanations are guesses, much like her own, but she nods lightly as he speaks, thinking them over properly. Knowing that she did not have family here, it seemed odd that immigrants would. Yet, what did she know of their lives? Chance, the other option he provides, leaves a dissatisfied taste in her mouth as she mulls it over. Lavender eyes grow distant, thinking carefully when she is asked the same question. If Seanan did not know, how could she? A wallflower, with no real life experiences, would have no idea why people were drawn here. She stumbled into the Threshold, so maybe chance really was the reason.
Though, what are the chances of hundreds finding their way here on accident?
"Hmm," she hums aloud, looking at him with a sidelong glance. "I am not sure. I feel there is something special about this place," her voice is quiet, uncertain, checking to see how it fared with her company. "Like something draws us here, without us even knowing." Then, a laugh, quite self-deprecating, falls from delicate lips as her eyes fall to the ground. The heat from the sun mirrors the sudden warmth on her cheeks, and she attempts to focus on the flowers below.
"That sounds silly, though," her voice murmurs, still audible but weak. "Like a child's musings."
""
YOU ARE THE BLUEST LIGHT.
@Seanan
even if you're lost you can't lose the love because
it's in your heart
Magic & Force allowed, barring permanent changes or death.
