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Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)
Cafe
Surka -> Bakan, Nadia
The orc girl received her food and quietly started eating, having a minute to finally sit herself down and give herself a chance to reason out with herself. She was a warrior, one who continually sought intelligence and adaptation in battle. Although proud, it was rare times like these that she damned her heritage, those brutish people. She had spent a short time on this island and had no idea how she got here, but if this befell her, then why couldn't it be dealt out to tribes and peoples of all lands. There was going to be more and more of these races she's never yet run across. Although this idea could be frightening, Surka let a smile flash across her pale green lips, imagining the experience this would provide her. She always sought out knowledge, and now has the chance to interact with others from cultures unknown to her, and perhaps that could dim the once blinding fear that this island would be her home forevermore. To think that only a few days ago, she never even entertained debating the existence of angels, and not only did she think she saw one on the way to the cafe, but now one had been sitting across from her. As the thought ran across her mind, she brought her gaze back up, catching the man from earlier whom she embarrassed herself in front of, to be met with a friendly gesture. Her lips stretched into a smile, averting her eyes again, though now accompanied by a blush, instead of intense dread. Looking back up, and spying the smile of his companion, her smile opened, unable to prevent herself from grinning back at the couple. Although trained so long of her life as a warrior, she was often cautious of new people, she looked back on this fear as possibly another close-minded flaw of her ancestors. A warmth inside of her grew, almost assuring her that no trouble could come of just being friendly to these strangers in return. It was a rather emotionally driven feeling she wasn't used to, but she knew where it came from.
She picked up her cup, took a deep breath, and walked over to their table, giving a small bow of her head in acknowledgement. Hello there. I'm sorry to intrude, but I thought I'd just apologize about my misstep. Or at least, give the chance to paint a better picture of myself. She chuckled at her statement, not knowing why since it clearly wasn't funny, but if it helped break the ice in herself, then it did it's job. She motioned her hand towards an open seat across from them, slowly sitting down in it. I hope you don't mind if I join you.
Cafe
Surka -> Bakan, Nadia
The orc girl received her food and quietly started eating, having a minute to finally sit herself down and give herself a chance to reason out with herself. She was a warrior, one who continually sought intelligence and adaptation in battle. Although proud, it was rare times like these that she damned her heritage, those brutish people. She had spent a short time on this island and had no idea how she got here, but if this befell her, then why couldn't it be dealt out to tribes and peoples of all lands. There was going to be more and more of these races she's never yet run across. Although this idea could be frightening, Surka let a smile flash across her pale green lips, imagining the experience this would provide her. She always sought out knowledge, and now has the chance to interact with others from cultures unknown to her, and perhaps that could dim the once blinding fear that this island would be her home forevermore. To think that only a few days ago, she never even entertained debating the existence of angels, and not only did she think she saw one on the way to the cafe, but now one had been sitting across from her. As the thought ran across her mind, she brought her gaze back up, catching the man from earlier whom she embarrassed herself in front of, to be met with a friendly gesture. Her lips stretched into a smile, averting her eyes again, though now accompanied by a blush, instead of intense dread. Looking back up, and spying the smile of his companion, her smile opened, unable to prevent herself from grinning back at the couple. Although trained so long of her life as a warrior, she was often cautious of new people, she looked back on this fear as possibly another close-minded flaw of her ancestors. A warmth inside of her grew, almost assuring her that no trouble could come of just being friendly to these strangers in return. It was a rather emotionally driven feeling she wasn't used to, but she knew where it came from.
She picked up her cup, took a deep breath, and walked over to their table, giving a small bow of her head in acknowledgement. Hello there. I'm sorry to intrude, but I thought I'd just apologize about my misstep. Or at least, give the chance to paint a better picture of myself. She chuckled at her statement, not knowing why since it clearly wasn't funny, but if it helped break the ice in herself, then it did it's job. She motioned her hand towards an open seat across from them, slowly sitting down in it. I hope you don't mind if I join you.