Way to ruin the party, Syrena.

Not just like, slight interruption, everyone can go back to what they were doing now ruin the party. No, she manages to be the girl that screams “COPS” and ends it completely. Of course she is. She wouldn’t stand in a throng of drunken dancing people bumping into her and know of any other option. Likewise, she can’t stand in the Threshold and manage small talk. They are all here for a reason – why waste time?

She does not actually mean anything by it. She doesn’t mean to be disgruntled (though any sensible creature would assume she does), or rude, or anything else (nor does she necessarily mean not to be those things, she simply never thinks about it like that). No, she comes here because her home needs her too. Because she now wears a title that, stupid her, is punishable by the Earth God himself if she fails. To her tiny bit of credit, she came before that title too – but extra motivation now.

Their responses warrant a sorry from her, though she doesn’t give it. She might, if the thought actually crossed her mind, but there really is some truth to how much upbringing matters and all. She was raised to eat souls, not make small talk. Though small talk often was the first step to that, and she really should try harder. Dragomir is perhaps rather taken aback and set off guard (as he should be), though Alysanne’s response is pleasant and diplomatic. Syrena nods slightly, trying to look sheepish (not that she succeeds) and trying to figure out something pleasant or polite to say. She can’t.

What she really needs is a little voice in her head that’s nice, and can just say things for her. Hell, she could use a talking parrot that actually just said those nice things aloud for her. She’s pretty sure they don’t have those in Helovia though.

The concept of catching up with someone, or having friends, is such a strange one to Syrena that she literally cannot find a way to empathize. At all. So instead of bumbling through some half-assed, awkward transition, she just gets to the point. It’s what she’s good at, anyway. “The Falls is, likely, different than what you know. We are now led by The Mountain that Knows,” (seriously, she still doesn’t know why someone prefers to be called a mountain than a name, but whatever) and Ranjiri,” she says, rather proud of herself for bothering to remember that name. But it seemed necessary to remember her Czarina’s names.

“It looks the same, but there are many new faces, and a renewed desire to build the Falls. We are looking for those that wish to aid in that. It is perhaps not a place if you merely want a place to lay your head.” Perhaps the Edge was better for that – less in need of members, so perhaps more tolerant of those that didn’t want to work. Not that she actually has a clue. Maybe Isopia and Ranjiri didn’t care either – she has no idea. She knows what it used to be, and operates under that still. Because really, they didn’t need dead weight. The Falls needed life. Because probably if the Earth God has to come back one more time, he’s just going to burn them all for failing.



les words "chat chat"
@Dragomir - I'm so sorry, I don't know how to make her not awkward or even very nice...

Syrena

let the water take me