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Post by Dusty Dawson on Mar 9, 2010 17:12:00 GMT -5
It was certainly true enough...Dusty hardly struck anyone as a soldier. She didn't carry herself with the rigid discipline that most of her fellow soldiers did. Looking back over at the priestess, Dusty gave a slight nod and smirk at her assessment.
"Haha, well, good ta know I took the right career path!" she grinned, "But yeah...a soldier's life just ain't for me. I got trainin' back home that can get a lotta better use out here. Ah, now I'm just talkin' 'bout borin' stuff."
She waved it off...however noticing a slight change in Verbena's features. A touch of color that was hard to pick up on. Of course Dusty always prided herself on her powers of perception.
"Now you've been on the road for quite some time...probably 'bout as long as I have...I'm sure you've got a tale or two!" she said, looking forward to whatever story she could pry out of Verbena.
(OOC: Oh, c'mon now! I'm enjoying Verbana's confidence/lack-of-confidence XD)
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Post by Verbena Nightshade on Mar 13, 2010 18:05:34 GMT -5
|| ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || ♥ || ♥ || ♥ || &hearts || It was strange, this wave of relief that washed through the young priestess. Or, perhaps, it wasn't so strange. Soldiers were essential, she understood. That wasn't to say that she was fond of the difficulties they faced, or even the necessity for them. She appreciated what they went through, appreciated the soldiers themselves. But theirs was a difficult life. It was nice to hear of someone who had escaped it.
Her conceptions of being a soldier, however, were all simply speculation. Based only on the vague stories of those who came to the temple, pleading for help.
She had probably been on the road for as long as Dusty had? That was a possibility, at least in terms of their adventure in the direction of Terre de Conte. Overall, however, she doubted that she had seen much of the world. She was still too inexperienced, living life in the temple. She had not been away for long enough to understand herself yet.
Or to truly decide whether or not she wanted to understand herself.
Her lips curled into a small smile. "The stories I've heard are not my place to tell, and I'm sure that my own life has not resulted in tales of much significance or consequence," she said this simply. It was, after all, a fact of life, of hers at least. As a priestess of Estolia, she was someone of no consequence. Her life wasn't what mattered and she couldn't recall having ever spoken of it before.((OOC: Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it, at least. ^^ I'd feel terrible if I was boring you.... XD ))[/size][/color] |
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Post by Dusty Dawson on Mar 19, 2010 10:49:04 GMT -5
"What?!" Dusty was positively shocked, as was plainly evident by her boisterous response. That, however, turned into a good-natured chuckle, "Now I find that hard ta believe! I mean, here ya are, a preacher...-er, priestess...from a faraway land, makin' this big long journey up to the City of Venus. Hell, that's a tale itself! Stories are stories, darlin'! Everyone's got one! Hell, if Watson could talk, he'd be chattin' yer ear off!"
The horse clopped along, as oblivious to the conversation as when they had first came across Verbena. Still, Dusty wanted to hear as much as she could. The masked woman just LOOKED fascinating. Of course, Dusty had seen little of the outside world.
"Now...I ain't gonna pry to hard...but, ya must've met some other interestin' folks...or had to help out a fella or two...maybe even had dodge a nasty spot o' trouble! You meet up with any Terre de....uh....Contean? Conter? What do ya call a fella from this here, country anyway?" Dusty had inadvertently gotten herself sidetracked from her intended path of conversation. It was, after all, a question she had failed to ask up until now...
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