A smile was drawn from the elf as the girl beside her spoke of dreams of griffons and thankful Grey Wardens, it was wane and barely noticeable but the small chuckle that followed after it was stronger. She, however, was content to dream of a day when she could thank the Grey Wardens. Thank them and repay the debt she owed. But griffons… that would be interesting. It was a nice dream, she thought, a very nice dream.
The smile slipped from her face when Jill questioned her about her parent’s meeting. Shoulders drew in tight as her body curled in on itself. It was something to be treasured, to be kept safe. By Seda and by her alone. Forehead resting on her knees she tilted her head to stare up at the human, lie on her lips. “Wasn’t thrilling. They were introduced and got to know one another better is all. I liked to make it into an adventure and my father humored me. Made it heroic. Daring.” Turning away she buried herself back into her knees, lashes firmly pressed shut over watery eyes. With a deep breath, oncoming tears locked away once more, she struggled to raise her head high. She didn’t want to cry anymore.
Her outstretched hand reached Salma, fingers burying into her fine red coat and scratching away. A person was more than their tools. It was a thought she liked, even if she didn’t entirely believe it. It was something she would think on more. Think and see if it was possible to be both Seda the mercenary and just Seda. Just the girl and nothing, no one, else. If she couldn’t be both she would need to choose which she would be… and soon. Henrik wanted them to leave before summer descended on Highever. It left only months for Seda to decide what she would be.
Sighing and slumping in turn her fingers paused in their scratching. Tired eyes rose to meet Salma’s and a soft voice fell from the smile painted across her face. “And what are you, Salma, when you are not delivering messages with your rider?”