[She blinks, and again there's a touch of surprise in her expression. Surprise that he'd seen it in her, the fast-ascending animal joy that comes over her in the heat of a fight, like her heart is soaring, like her whole being is doing exactly what it had been created to do. Back on Drearburh there had been nothing for her but the hostile stares of decrepit Ninth House nuns who all seemed to despise her for no reason that she could ever discern. Nothing, but those moments where she'd been permitted to lose herself in the pure physicality of sword training, all building up to the longed-for moment when she'd finally escape and join up with the Cohort and do something with her life besides rot down there in the depths. That, and the titty mags she'd managed to squirrel away, but they provided a far more fleeting pleasure than the knowledge that she's a badass with a sword.
She's still wondering over that - and over being called a formidable muse - when his fingers begin to move over his stringed instrument, which produces a soft and beautiful sound. She's never heard the likes of it before - the Ninth House don't really care much for the arts - and as for the words-- well! What a fucking joy it is to be recognised, and praised for it.
Her expression exponentially brightens.]
No no, it's fucking sweet. No one's ever written a song about me, before.
[But she'd been hoping they would, one day, when she got a name for herself as a heroic warrior on the front lines. She can't wait to rub it in Harrow's face, later.]
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She's still wondering over that - and over being called a formidable muse - when his fingers begin to move over his stringed instrument, which produces a soft and beautiful sound. She's never heard the likes of it before - the Ninth House don't really care much for the arts - and as for the words-- well! What a fucking joy it is to be recognised, and praised for it.
Her expression exponentially brightens.]
No no, it's fucking sweet. No one's ever written a song about me, before.
[But she'd been hoping they would, one day, when she got a name for herself as a heroic warrior on the front lines. She can't wait to rub it in Harrow's face, later.]