Rictor/Ari | Theatre District | 11:00am
“What a grandiose compliment, yet again,” she said with an amused look at him. “Yes, I do… okay, I suppose. When I can’t get out of having to fight, anyway. I still prefer the stage.” And who wouldn’t? No one ended up broken unless they fell into the orchestra pit (and even that had only been once, and she’d gotten a date out of it), and at the end of the day hero and villain could go drinking together. Infinitely preferable to mud and blood and suffering.
“Only once,” Ari said. Apparently, Seloria Cassul was not a topic of discomfort the way Aspel Cassul was (perhaps not so surprising, considering the circumstances), at least not for him. As for her, she somewhat wished she hadn’t brought it up. Rictor was simple, in his way, and Aspel was… Aspel. Seloria was……. very noble. An uncomfortable thought. “She was very pleasant and courteous,” she said carefully, meaning, she was very ladylike. She did not remember the interaction with perfect clarity at any rate – she had been a bit preoccupied at the time. “All three of you are… quite different,” she settled on at last. “I would not presume to call her friend, but who knows? My life seems to be curious this way lately – perhaps sometime, I may.”