Am I going to have to fight a god to defend your honor and well-being or is she gone now?
[She'd throw down without any hesitation, though she imagines she's not the only one with how well-liked he is. A diplomatic touch is probably better, but never let it be said Ginia won't do everything to protect the ones she cares about.
Her finger winds around a stray curl as she considers her own stubbornness. The things she wanted to hear, or thought she wanted to hear.]
There was a point I might have gone back to Caster if he asked for me to come back. It would have been a mistake, but love makes you stupid, so the adage goes. And I knew he wouldn't love me. I knew the legends around him, the stories he told. [It's her turn to huff sheepishly.] I should have asked more for his stories, his perspective, than doing my own research.
[The legend and person cannot be separated, they're good to know, but they aren't the only thing to judge someone by.
Ginia grabs the nudibranch plush and doubles over, burying her face against the soft fabric as she silently screams. God, does she feel like an idiot. With time and space to process everything, mixed emotions churn inside her. She sits back up and pouts at Kimi, signing rapidly in her agitation, colorful plush still on her lap.]
Sorry. Back to you. How did you end up joining Ebisu's temple?
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[She'd throw down without any hesitation, though she imagines she's not the only one with how well-liked he is. A diplomatic touch is probably better, but never let it be said Ginia won't do everything to protect the ones she cares about.
Her finger winds around a stray curl as she considers her own stubbornness. The things she wanted to hear, or thought she wanted to hear.]
There was a point I might have gone back to Caster if he asked for me to come back. It would have been a mistake, but love makes you stupid, so the adage goes. And I knew he wouldn't love me. I knew the legends around him, the stories he told. [It's her turn to huff sheepishly.] I should have asked more for his stories, his perspective, than doing my own research.
[The legend and person cannot be separated, they're good to know, but they aren't the only thing to judge someone by.
Ginia grabs the nudibranch plush and doubles over, burying her face against the soft fabric as she silently screams. God, does she feel like an idiot. With time and space to process everything, mixed emotions churn inside her. She sits back up and pouts at Kimi, signing rapidly in her agitation, colorful plush still on her lap.]
Sorry. Back to you. How did you end up joining Ebisu's temple?