Deryn Howell (eyestothehills) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2018-12-27 17:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: april 17 - 23, allwyn mercier, deryn howell |
Space around me
Who: Allwyn and Deryn
What: tea and quiet conversation.
Where: Deryn's apartment
When: Thursday, April 21, after the clerks office closes for the day
Deryn might not seem very much like it to anyone who did not know her well (and she let few enough people get close enough to claim that they did), but she had had a hard time learning social cues. She had always preferred playing on her own, or reading, but as a child, she had followed her father's advice and forced herself to learn the ways the other children interacted. It's just another game, her father had told her. And it doesn't matter if you take a few losses. There's always another possible win around the corner.
Of course, Deryn had never tolerated losses. She had studied the other children, and learned the codes and cues which directed their lives. Those cues had never felt natural to her, not even to this day, when she had managed so well as to be a Robor. Formerly in Castyll, but being named in Glynn was no demotion, not truly. Just another step on the ladder that would lead her ever higher.
But she still kept a special place in her heart for the socially awkward, those who hadn't managed to learn the tricks of social interaction as well as she had. So of course, when she had meant the reserved, uneasy Clovennian clerk, a couple of weeks after she arrived in town, she had invited him to tea. Once, twice, until it had become a weekly tradition, allowing them to get used to each other's presence and maybe even start building a friendship. A rapport, at least, like the Cloves would say. It helped that he was more curious about their Faith than your average Clove.
Deryn's apartment was near the Temple, so that she might easily be reached, should she be needed. It was tidy, everything in its place and a place for everything, and of course, spotless. The window was open, so a light breeze might occasionally freshen up what might otherwise feel overly warm to a Clove. At a knock on the door, she padded over on bare feet to open it, dressed in a sleeveless blue tunic and light brown pants that stopped below her knees. The outfit was practical to move in, fit for the temperature, and happened to show quite a few of her tattoos.
"Hello, Allwyn," she greeted the redhead as she found him on her doorstep. She didn't bother making a point of making eye contact, and simply moved out of the way for him. "Come in. I've made iced tea."