11-28-2017, 09:10 PM
She choked into her mug when Andraste was referred to as an 'evil menstrual goddess thingie', splashing red passionfruit tea over the rim of the mug and onto the floor, narrowly dodging getting any on the gray shirt she was wearing. The mug was set down and she wiped her mouth and chin on her hand, then the palm of her hand on a paper towel which would ultimately be dropped the the floor and used to mop the spill, pushed about by her big stocking toe.
"No, it wasn't exactly a... lengthy conversation. And honestly? There's a few things I'm a little more interested in sorting out before he and I start inevitably arguing paradigms." Her nose wrinkled, indignance sparking a small ember in her chest. "Like why he fucked off for the past decade-and-a-half. His accountability for his family. What he actually wants with me. How he's going to react to learn everyone else he left behind is dead. Then he can try sharing the love of the Light and the dark brambles of my paganism can try hard to smother it dim."
"No, it wasn't exactly a... lengthy conversation. And honestly? There's a few things I'm a little more interested in sorting out before he and I start inevitably arguing paradigms." Her nose wrinkled, indignance sparking a small ember in her chest. "Like why he fucked off for the past decade-and-a-half. His accountability for his family. What he actually wants with me. How he's going to react to learn everyone else he left behind is dead. Then he can try sharing the love of the Light and the dark brambles of my paganism can try hard to smother it dim."