Re: (After)life: Trio
Nel liked seeing their closeness. It warmed her through, and she was rather difficult to warm, but Jorgi and Fen were close in a way that made her feel more certain her fears about the battle to come had been unfounded. Oh, there was a motley collection of others in this town, but they all seemed inclined to peace. Nel's inclination toward piece was a layer upon the surface, one that she deliberately kept in place. But she'd been assessing strength and capability, and, thus far, had few concerns.
Upon the couch, Fen and Jorgi snuggled. It was a soft word, but it seemed rather fitting for what was occurring, and she smiled a toothy smile as she perched on the arm of the sofa and claimed Lear's drink for her own. She sipped a moment, with dainty elegance that was befitting the girl that had entered and the white dress she wore, and then she downed the rest of the drink in one burning gulp, which was nothing dainty at all. She let the glass fall, because what were shards to one like her? Admittedly, she was riding high on the glut, and she easily slipped down to sit on Lear's other side. Crossed knees and endless white, and she laughed. "Oh, darlings, these humans are—," How to explain worship? She idly flipped locks of Lear's hair between her fingers, and then she scratched idly at the arm Fen had thrown over Lear's shoulders. "They want to believe in something so badly that they'll turn themselves inside out with it," she said, which seemed an odd thing, perhaps, but it was true.