quinn wake is the medicine woman (doctorquinn) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-04-23 18:12:00 |
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Before transforming into a phoenix, Quinn never made much of an effort to maintain what few friendships she had; anyone closer than an acquaintance was spoken to whenever she saw them, but socializing was something they were the ones to initiate. The only exception was Nysa Anders. The blonde was one of the few people around the University who understood Quinn's temperament and still wanted to spend time with her despite of it. She never really felt a deep connection with Nysa, but she was sure to be appreciative of her friendship with the other woman. Now, she understood that friends were more than people who occasionally carpooled to work or grabbed a bite to eat after; they were confidants and a support system. The only problem was she didn’t know how to go about reciprocating the same generosity and familiarity. Of course, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try.
She had been to Nysa’s workshop a hundred times before and it was easily one of her favorite places, just from the fact it was almost made up of books. It reminded of her her days in medical school when she spent hours studying for her exams; her company was mostly books in those days. Perhaps that was what initially drew her to Nysa. It was easily common ground between them, but even with her mind devoted to logic, she knew some other factor had to be at play. Today, she crossed the threshold into the workshop and felt her lips tug up into a small sort of smirk. She thoroughly enjoyed seeing what sorts of projects her friend was in the middle of, so she lingered off towards the side instead of immediately seeking out the blonde.
Inspecting an open book, but not daring to lay her hand on the pages, Quinn found a sudden appreciation for the work her friend did. It was a little bit of an art form, wasn’t it? Being able to restore something antique and even dilapidated into something pristine required a talent that the phoenix was sure she lacked. A sound to her right caused her to look up and there she spotted a familiar blonde head. She approached Nysa, her heels tapping against the floor with every step.
“How about some lunch? Even working on books has to drum up an appetite.” That was definitely good humor playing in her voice and her smile was cheerful as she regarded her friend; was there any part of Quinn that had remained the same after her transformation?