Tiltjuice wrote:Chrys scratched her head, adding a quizzical element to her smile now. "Please, no formalities. I'm only a -"
Only a what? How did Dora or Luce manage this so effortlessly?
" - A fighting priestess. Definitely not a 'sir'," she ended, deciding that humor was the best way to go. He was still so on edge, and she wondered why, but knew enough that pressing him was tripping him. Instead, she turned to Anais. "Hello, have we met? You look somewhat familiar...both of you actually. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something similar about you both to people I've seen before."
The dripping of the coffeemaker ceased and she reached for the mug she'd placed underneath it, wrapping her small hands around its heat.
Zarkanians wrote:Oh, fuck, so it was a symbol of office. Still, the fact that she seemed to believe that her office was "only" something helped calm him, a little. "Sorry. Swords, um, mean something, where I come from." He struggled to come up with a comparison. "In this place, are there any entities who are, um... Like gods, but not gods--they're not elemental forces or manifestations or whatever; they're definitely people, but because of the way they're emphasized by," fuck, he'd never had to explain this in a way that would make sense to someone who didn't already understand, "sociological pressure," what the Hell did that even mean? "they still receive," okay that sounded bad--like they were dictators, or something, "and deserve," too much emphasis, overly defensive, "the same level of respect." The sentence didn't so much end as trail off. Catrain looked as if he'd lost another three inches in the process.
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The ritualist kept her smile and shook her head, the beads and chitin lightly clattered at the movement. Chrys was not a familiar, more in passing if memory served Anais right, perhaps it was at a meeting or something similarly fleeting? And the new person was definitely a stranger, but that didn't keep Anais from introducing herself.
"I don't believe so," Anais responded to Chrys' inquiry and continued, "I'm Anais. I'm with the Gui-," she quickly corrected herself, "I currently lead the Guild."
She couldn't help but notice the stuttering coming from the new person. She looked at Chrys with a perked eyebrow to convey a curious message to the timid response. Anais would chuckle at the nervousness but she dared not, likely it would make him withdraw. Hoping to help ease the man's nervousness, Anais took to following along with the subject at hand. She looked at the Conservator, "A fighting priestess you said?"