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Post by Wayland on Jun 2, 2021 23:13:02 GMT -8
The Ogre tracks the ball as Kai tries and fails to intercept it. She grins at her success, and the praise her current companions heap on her little feat, reaching up to rub the back of her neck with one hand. She’s about to apologize for losing them their ball, before Kai drags Lucas off to pave the way for some politicking. She watches them go for a moment, feeling some appreciation for the Wizened, before Ivory’s touch brings her attention back to the Dragon.
She tracks the touch and then uses that silver hand to take one of Ivory’s for a moment, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I appreciate that,” she tells her with a nod. “I’m just better with… just a few people at a time. I don’t mean like, big anonymous crowds,” she gestures around them, “But people that I should know.” She’s already got more than half a dozen people she wants to socialize with tonight, including Ivory, and the owner’s table is sure to draw more out of the woodwork. That’s going to be exhausting.
“But I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it,” she goes on with a reassuring tone, and gives the Fairest another smile, trying to project some confidence. Having just a moment to breathe and relax in the pool has helped, and if Ivory wants to follow Lucas and Kai in she’s game.
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Post by Ivory on Jun 4, 2021 18:46:59 GMT -8
There was a nod at Wayland's words. Ivory understood them, not all were confident in crowds. If things had been a little different following her return, she may have been similar. Instead, she married a politician. Dealing with masses and potentially malign acquaintances came with the territory.
"Makes sense," she offered, "It can take a lot out of anyone, myself included. You never have to engage if you don't want to."
A glance to Kai reveals the Polychromatic parting ways from Nimbus and Piper in lieu of new company among the Chevaliers. The Pale Dragon had to deal with the matter at some point.
Better now than never.
"Well... I should probably get this out of the way. It can be impolite to let these things simmer for too long and, frankly, I've already delayed enough. Literal months," she said, giving a slight chuckle of embarassment, "You don't need to come if you don't want to. There's a lot of other people to see and I think you'll be expected at the cool kids table soon enough."
Ivory began to move towards the exit of the pool, though she remained attentive enough to the Maker in order to hear her reply.
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Post by Wayland on Jun 5, 2021 14:00:42 GMT -8
It’s nice that Ivory’s being understanding. That old, uncomfortable, ‘I hate being a burden’ tries to rise inside Wayland, and she stuffs it back down. Big sister syndrome. Not always helpful. ‘I deserve understanding,’ she reminds herself, watching Ivory go for a moment. That’s pleasant enough to help shake her out of those bad thoughts.
“I’ll probably see you over there,” she answers when the Dragon brings up the ‘cool kids table’, “Either way, I’ll make sure we bump into each other again.” That’s a promise she’s making. (A very Sealable one if somebody wanted to.) And the Ogre’s smile is full of confidence and sharp, white teeth.
As the Fairest departs, Wayland decides to take a moment to just float. Belly up, arms and legs moving slightly as she treads water, looking up at the night sky overhead. She hasn’t gotten to do this in… god, since before her Durance. Her heart gives a firm squeeze at that thought. She breathes. She floats. Tries to let the tension go.
Then she rights herself and swims to the edge of the pool to pull herself out.
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Post by Ivory on Jun 7, 2021 8:53:20 GMT -8
As Ivory parts granting the Maker a smile and a wink before pulling herself from the pool.
"See you soon," she offered, though the Pale Dragon does not choose to seal Wayland's promise to meet again. Such a thing would be near malicious and could be taken poorly if Wayland saw her night get busier beyond her control. There were times when invoking the Wyrd to preside over a promise was useful, but, to Ivory, this was not one of those times.
Returning to the lounger where she had left her things, Ivory dried off her body and dabbed her face and hair. Then she slipped on her sandals and swim cover, slicked back her damp hair, and, after taking a moment to breathe, approached the entourage of the Knight of Rains.
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Post by Wayland on Jun 7, 2021 20:26:09 GMT -8
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